Early evening I was sitting here on the front porch with a glass of chilled Chardonnay - my reward for a day well spent in the garden. As mentioned in my earlier post, I worked in the back garden and couldn't have picked a more beautiful day to do so. A perfect sunny 65 degrees, just a very slight breeze now and then. The neighborhood whirred with the sound of lawn mowers, several bumble bees buzzed around the Carolina Jasmine on the back fence - a good sign - dogs barked amiably, birds sang constantly, a red tailed hawk glided in slow circles overhead looking for lunch.
As you can see, the trees are opening their bright green buds and the tulips are in full swing. The grass is lush and thick - makes one want to run barefoot through it. Ummm, think I'll do just that tomorrow morning before heading out to a local Crafter's Flea Market for some serious bargain hunting. All the neighbors should be out in their yards - and they'll say "Mary gets older and crazier each day".......................kinda like that wonderful essay titled "A Gardener's Golden Years" about gardening in pj's and bunny slippers!!
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