My last post was a bit whiny and featured a promise to move more, to be more healthy and such.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve moved all sorts of things, including numerous backyard stones, which I’m afraid has angered the garden gnomes or the stone gods or Mother Nature or whoever is in charge of the sun, because it’s been pouring for days.
I think it’s adorable that the cold and rain thinks they’re going to keep me indoors now that the calendar says spring is here, because . . . no.
I’ve been out in the sopping wet digging and shoveling and planting and mulching through it all. No, I will not post a picture of myself. I look ridiculous. I will say this: it’s a good thing I haven’t bothered with a manicure this year, because it wouldn’t stand a chance.
Since March, we’ve built a strawberry patch and an herb garden and two new flower beds. As I mentioned, it’s pouring rain out at the moment, so any pictures I could share of our endeavors would be sad and dreary. Instead, I’ll share these:
These morning glories from last year could be glorious once again, if only the sun would come out.
Sun-kissed cherry tomatoes from last year. Just add sun.
I don’t care what anyone says, a rose by any other name isn’t as nice without the sun.
A sunflower brought to you by the power of the sun.
You just wait. The sun is on its way. And when it gets here, there will be more pretty things like these. It seems like years since they’ve been here.