The title of today's post says it all. I need write nothing more.
Just a couple of sentences, by way of explanation: a slightly chilly morning kept us indoors for breakfast (ed: why don't we eat at the kitchen table so we stare at the most beautiful blooming tree in the world? Okay!).
But after that, I stay outside the entire day to work in the gardens. Every time I looked up, bits of farmette scenery would appear and I paused in my work to take it in. Occasionally, I would reach for my camera (I hang it on a crinkly willow branch). You've seen most every scrap of this land before, but today it is all so exquisite, so full of radiance and joy that I had to include it in the record of this day.
So, here are my camera grabs and shoots:
(This is the time that the woodland garden, to the east of the farmhouse walkway, is at its finest.)
The purple lilac jumps in just as the crabs are peaking.
The farmhouse, framed by both. Oh, the sweet sweet smell of spring at the farmette!
The young family is away for the day and so Ed and I are eating alone, but there is a celebratory mood at the farmhouse. You know -- the weather, the flowers, the progress on the sandbox (he's making a see through cover for it as I write), and the 66-34 results in France -- all this surely calls for my mixing up a celebratory bubbly cocktail tonight. To beauty, to reason, to a calmer, saner future for us all.
Just a couple of sentences, by way of explanation: a slightly chilly morning kept us indoors for breakfast (ed: why don't we eat at the kitchen table so we stare at the most beautiful blooming tree in the world? Okay!).
But after that, I stay outside the entire day to work in the gardens. Every time I looked up, bits of farmette scenery would appear and I paused in my work to take it in. Occasionally, I would reach for my camera (I hang it on a crinkly willow branch). You've seen most every scrap of this land before, but today it is all so exquisite, so full of radiance and joy that I had to include it in the record of this day.
So, here are my camera grabs and shoots:
(This is the time that the woodland garden, to the east of the farmhouse walkway, is at its finest.)
The purple lilac jumps in just as the crabs are peaking.
The farmhouse, framed by both. Oh, the sweet sweet smell of spring at the farmette!
The young family is away for the day and so Ed and I are eating alone, but there is a celebratory mood at the farmhouse. You know -- the weather, the flowers, the progress on the sandbox (he's making a see through cover for it as I write), and the 66-34 results in France -- all this surely calls for my mixing up a celebratory bubbly cocktail tonight. To beauty, to reason, to a calmer, saner future for us all.
