I had planned a gorgeous series of photos to show you how the garden has suddenly leapt into bloom. And that the sun is shining. Really shining. (It will reach the sixties today for the first time.) Spring really is here. (For a while.) But then, eh, the camera died, so this is all you get:
It’s the front garden, the border by the driveway. The rest will have to wait for another time.
I’m off to Hild world. Though I’ll be taking a lot of breaks today to sit in the sun and muse over a cup of tea while the birds sing and the occasional bumblebee hums. Aaaaah…
My garden too! The wild ginger under the noble Spruce in my front yard is tribe-like in its return to life, and there's trillium with its delicate white flower (courtesy of Caryl's prairie). Bleeding heart is shooting red through thawed dirt, next to slivers of wild iris, tulips and more tulips…
Happy Hild. We're off to Easter Brunch.
Enjoy.