Spring Came Like Sunday Morning
A freshness, a peace, a quiet.
There was the light, the birds, the end of the frost.
There were the people, the person, the faces, the stories.
Spring announced itself with a joyous...
Against all odds, my ranuncula bulbs have bloomed wildly. Spindly, skinny stems hold brightly hued groups of petals and I feel as though my very pale thumb just turned four shades greener. Amen, gardening...
carnations for mother's day
little blue flowers found outside
iced peach tea whilst reading a new novel
mom potting plants in hanging baskets
water colours (my most favourite hobby)
wes copying me drinking out of a mason...