We are right in the middle of high spring. All the plants and trees are looking their very best.
Because it has been oddly chilly for April and May, the spring ornamental bushes and trees are behaving the way they did decades ago.
Covid has made me a complainer. First, I whine when it’s cold and wet.
Too bad the weather does not respond to criticism because it’s been getting plenty of it lately.
Is it just me or have we had an inordinate amount of rain and wind?
Monday’s nearly perfect spring day had folks out puttering in their yards.
I don’t know how I ever went to work. I spend the entire day fussing around my house and yard.
Recently, on one of those absolutely perfect early spring days, I realized the sky has not been so blue and clear since the days following 9/11.
I am eternally grateful to live on Martha’s Vineyard at a time like this.
A while ago I talked about my maternal grandmother, Nonnie. She was a letter writer.
I’m a broken record — I hate the wind. The weather, however, does not respond to criticism.
I’m going to stop mentioning the lack of winter and turn my attention to spring.