Spring started early around here and it's been a season of lovely warm days; the best spring in my memory, in fact. I had my vegetable garden planted by the middle of April, which means that I am actively watching the rain totals and that too has been right on target. The result is that everything in the yard has the fresh color and texture of new green. The front yard flowerbed is no exception.
The azaleas have finished blooming. A few weeks ago, I put some gladioli bulbs down and those flowers will be the next color in the bed. Come August, the rose-of-Sharon tree will bloom. Making a picture of this patch of garden each month has made me mindful of how it changes, a nice metaphor for the progress of the calendar year.
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.