This past week felt more like the usual spring weather in our neck of the woods, with cooler temperatures than the days we experienced earlier in the month. We even enjoyed a few evenings of light spring rain and on Thursday there was a brief thunderstorm. All over town, things are greening up. My front yard flowerbed faces north, so it blooms a bit later in the season. But everywhere I look, I see progress. The yellow jonquils have bloomed.
The tulips are just a few steps behind.
The azalea bushes are coming along nicely.
The rose of Sharon tree is starting to green up.
The hostas are a lovely shade of green and are getting ready to unfurl.
This flowerbed is the first thing I see when I get home in the afternoon and each day I take a minute to check out the changes. It's a welcome reminder to stop and enjoy the season.
As I contemplate the damage of first 6 months of the Cheetoh Kleptocrat’s rule, I cannot fathom what the next 6 will bring us. I grow weary of the vigilant fear that is occasioned by this president. Time to exercise the 25th amendment, y’all. I like to read (I just finished Jane Austen’s Emma), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… baby bunnies, summer blooms, morning coffee, flip flops and toe rings, planning history lessons, Harriet Tubman, enchanted fairy gardens, farm stands, homegrown tomatoes, thinking about my bulletin board, crisp white shirts, leisurely summer days, mowing the lawn, pinning my hair in a bun, lush green hostas, shiny wood floors, adventures with T, and a sweaty workout.