Wednesday

On this second week anniversary of my knee surgery, I can tell that I am moving around with greater confidence. For example, I head out to plant trees with Ed as if I were somehow physically able to participate in this project. On the other hand, I am not anywhere near my normal energy levels. When we get to the planting spot, I tell Ed -- maybe we should bring a chair... And after working on pulling crab grass out of fabric sheets from a previous planting project, I say -- maybe I should go rest for a few minutes. After which, I promptly fall asleep on the couch.

All this on an incredibly stunning day. Perhaps the most stunning of them all, and I say this knowing May can deliver some truly amazing displays. Three weeks ago, I would have spent near zero minutes indoors. My whole body and soul would have been transported into the flower fields, the meadows, the orchards. Buckets would fill with pulled weeds. Paths would be mowed. Endless photos taken. And here I am today, giving in to fatigue! Well, I expected as much. Ed bravely plants all five fir trees, I postpone putting in my final clematis for a while.

But the day is not lost: I do plenty of small stuff outdoors. And I did take some photos. I mean, who wouldn't take the camera to this!

(Though we're indoors for the morning meal. My fragile state told me, incorrectly, that it was too cool for breakfast on the porch. I had regrets later.)

And of course,  there was time spent "helping" Ed with the trees.

(one of the hens, wondering where everyone went...)

(It is the week for violets.)

Snowdrop is here in the afternoon and of course she, too, cannot ignore the great outdoors. So I am out again, this time with the little girl.

For a while anyway. Hunger brings her inside. 

A memorable day: Snowdrop is happy because she did 23 laps in her Hot Dog Hustle fundraiser at school ("three better than last year!"). Me, I'm thrilled with the beauty of it all (look outside!). Too, Snowdrop and I finished book five (the final one) of the Penderwick series. Never have I read a series where everything is so neatly tied into a package of hope and love!

Ed goes biking, I make an asparagus and mushroom frittata and manage with only some difficulty to put in that final Clematis plant. Small details? Maybe. But put together, they make for a glorious day.