But I am really enjoying walking around the yard in the evenings and mornings, watering and looking at the signs that what appeared dead is not. I think if I lived in the northern climes I'd never get anything done in Spring. I'd be found wandering around, mouth agape, head turned upward in wonder. I can hear a quiet voice saying, "Come, come MJ, it's time to go inside now, you've been out all day. And it's snowing." Then gently leading me back to a fireside to curl up in a ball until it really is warm again.
I only say that because my niece wrote that at midnight in Colorado, where she and her family live, it was snowing, a driving snow. And that this morning her boys are going to their respective soccer and baseball practices. Wow. No, it's tropical climes for me.
|Last of the cactus - a goner. I can't quite bear to take it down.|
|One of the neem trees coming back to life|
|One of three papayas in the yard (between the sea almonds). It lives! They all do. Hooray!|
|Morning has broken|
|CWIM: "Ok, I know you do this yard thing...but I do believe it is breakfast time." tap tap|