The weather has been warm and sunny, making the lawn and the weeds grow practically before my eyes, so I've spent the last three days working outside whilst battling Mother Nature. She's winning.
My gorgeous French Lilac bush is just blooming on the back slope. The deep purple color, with the nearly overwhelming scent...well, it's not only drawing me, but the bees and hummingbirds, too.
I saw the most beautiful peonies the other day while shopping and just had to have one. My sister gave me a lavender plant a few years ago that bit the dust over this past Winter. I'm going to put the peony in the large empty space and hope the blistering sun doesn't fry it. The plant is supposed to love sun, but it's pretty relentless in the back during the Summer.
The deer have disappeared. Why? Because little bambinos are being born, no doubt all across the mountain ridges, even as I write this. At first it seems perfect timing as this will save my newly budding trees and shrubs. Unfortunately not. What it really means is just when my garden is starting to look good, all the babies will come and eat everything in sight. And they're so adorable, all gangly and speckled and tiny, that I almost don't even begrudge them. Almost.
I took this shot the other day of what, I'm totally sure, is a very fed-up and ready to pop pregnant dove. She sat on the edge of the birdbath for most of the morning taking little naps and occasionally snarking at her partner when he'd drop by to check on her. Apparently those cranky don't ever touch me again feelings are universal. She didn't even care that her tail was in the water the whole time...
I'm going on a road trip next Thursday. Heading north to visit my sister, do some shopping in a real city and have an adventure or two for the long Easter weekend. I'm looking forward to hanging out with her and the bro-in-law, and the boys will enjoy seeing their cousin Cooper, the Jack Russell. Chaos will ensue. Makes me smile just thinking about it.
I plan on having lots of fun because when I get back I have to face the grueling task of power washing the two decks, then staining front and back and two flights of stairs. I skipped it last year, but can't do that this time around. To say I'm dreading the monumental work involved is an understatement. More like I'd rather have a root canal.
Have I mentioned before that I love Winter?