Friday

Though we are keeping up with our outdoor tasks, it is true that in some ways, we are behind. The lilacs typically give us heady blooms for Mother's Day weekend. Not this year. Not yet. The crab apple is also holding back. We're all waiting for that string of warm days that push everything over the top. We've not had that this year.

But, comparing years is so very pointless. If you take this day on its own merits, you're bound to be satisfied! Remember how drab these trees looked in the winter months? Well, today, they are magical! Smothered in light pink buds and light green leaves.






But it is pretty cool. We eat breakfast in the kitchen.






When the sun comes out though, the tulips let go of their shyness and explode with color. (They'll close again for the night.)






I can't linger. I want to do my weekly food shopping quickly so that I can continue to work in the flower fields. I'm at the store just as it opens in the wee hours of the morning. From there, I go straight to my Mom's, Just to drop off some foods for Mother's Day.






And finally I return home. I have three hours and a dozen-ish plants to put in. And now it is time to bring Snowdrop to the farmhouse.






To her great joy, I found cherries in the store,






There's tine for a story. Or two. Right?





Well, nearly right, By the tine she is to go home, her energy levels are low once more. It takes a while to fully return to your old self after an illness.



In the evening, Ed and I continue to work outside until there is very little daylight left. Tired, hungry, satisfied. Finally, I am ready to throw down my gloves, my shovel. The cats stretch out on the garage blanket. They're up for an evening of play. Me, I'm thinking how lovely it would be to fall asleep on the couch.

Goodnight!