Friday, April 28, 2017


There was frost last night. We were forewarned, but still, I hoped that we would just miss it. I brought in the most fragile pots and hoped the rest would muddle through. (Most likely they will: the temperature got stuck at freezing and then climbed up again; still, I'm not sure how the flowering fruit trees felt about the big chill.)

Breakfast, inside! With the furnace running!

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Outside, momentarily sunny! Will it be enough for all the crab apples to march forth with their dainty blooms unbothered and undisturbed? I hope so...

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My afternoon has elements of both daughter and granddaughter. This tickles Snowdrop (and me!) no end. Add to it a croissant and her cup is full.

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(She hears a lawn mower outside and asks her usual questions of what and where and why...)

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Upstairs, we dig out toys from her younger months...

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And after her nap, she shows us that she has percussion skills! Oh boy.

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So the day is a bag of weather troubles and wisps of sunshine and streams of rain and a little girl banging away and laughing at it all.