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.
I am grateful that Robert Mueller is on the job because I have grown weary of the bully-in-chief. He’s bad for the world and worse than that for our nation. I like to read (I just finished Sherman Alexie’s The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… holiday plans, Mason jars, twinkling lights, the smell of piney branches, a good book, Christmas ribbon, holiday cooking, cheery plaid skirts, the smooth feel of velvet, advent calendars, spiced cider, a steamy mug of tea on a cold night, soft nightgowns, a good book, address labels, morning coffee, cashmere sweaters, the smell of cedar, time to write, and the tired feel of a good workout.