I took advantage of a break in the weather to snap a few photos of the iris blooming in the front yard. They are such a nice pop of color as they tower above the surrounding catmint. . . and then I was chased back inside by the rain. Thankfully, I do not have a photo of my Saturday morning green bean replant in my nightgown, a jacket and mud boots. . . A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
This beautiful little guy (or girl, I’m sure I don’t know the difference) showed up in our front flowerbed yesterday evening and decided to stay awhile. Wasn’t it nice for him to cooperate long enough for me to grab the camera. Of course, our son wanted to pet it. He wants to pet everything, except animals typically in need of petting. Just once, he would love to get his hands on a bumble bee. He says, “but they look so soft.” He has agreed not to go after the bees that frequent our catmint by the mailbox, but I know that someday one will stay put just long enough to send tears down my little guy’s cheeks.
The daffodils finally bloomed last week, along with the forsythia and lone pear tree in our yard; so I took a few moments to snap some pictures while my son played away in the bright afternoon sun. I noticed as we spent the Easter weekend down south in Arkansas that most of their daffodils had already spent themselves, but we saw some beautiful forsythia along the way.
