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.
Just when I think Donald Trump can’t be more disgraceful, he manages to be worse. Living in hope is a challenge with this government in charge and yet I will persist. I like to read (I just finished Elena Ferrante’s My Brilliant Friend), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… fireflies at twilight, lanterns with tiny lights, my freshened front porch, laughter, air conditioning, visits to my fairy garden, tomato blooms, flower bouquets, tiny zinnia flowers, antique Mason jars, striped t-shirts, iced tea, summer’s relaxation, a pile of books to be read, chambray napkins, supper on the back deck, sleeping in, birds chirping, backyard bunnies, cutting the grass, and the sweaty feel of a good workout.