True spring today. Sunshine, birds chirping, neighbors busily working in their yards, then taking a turn in my mine.
One mowed my lawn, another brought me pansies and as she proceeded to chop down a few of my perennials and shrubs, I planted the pansies.
You've heard of slow food? Today I practiced slow gardening. Dig with the left hand, carefully pat into place with the right. Pull a few weeds with the left, carefully smooth dirt back in place with the right. Bird by bird.
Elle bought the chairs out from the basement and basked in the sun.
Gus ran from yard to yard, chasing squirrels, climbing trees and hiding from strolling dogs who came by to visit.
In between visiting and watching people garden my homestead, I decorated the house.
A small collection of flowers from the yard. Hellebores, daffs and a few, help me out here, little orange what? I remembered, epimedium, that's what they are. It also took me a while to figure how to spell it. Whew.
And this just in from California, a promise of May in Virginia: Yellow foxglove and tree peony, uber fragrant lilac, budding double pink cherry branches and a arching allium.
And what was Lucy doing while we were bustling about in the house and garden?
Folding laundry.
How was your Sunday?
Pick any flowers?
We'd love to see.
