Friday

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!






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...







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.






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






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






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






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.