Tuesday, April 13


We have been rather busy around here lately. Our tiny backyard has been calling to us in a whispery green voice and we keep finding ourselves hauling blankets and pillows out there to sit and read, gaze at the yellow tulips, drink tea, watch the beets sprout, and pull up the occasional morning glory seedling from the vines I pulled down three years back.

It's been tough, I say.

But someone's got to do it.