It’s just right out here. Warm, with a nice little breeze. The scribble book is in my lap and if it were a living thing, I think it would be purring.
The poppies dominate the landscape today. Putting on the best show at the moment. Their pink and red salad plate sized blossoms flutter in the wind like petticoats. The sweet peas might rival them in the display if I had not just picked a large fist full of them to take into the house, where they are making a decided contribution to a pleasant atmosphere. They look a little thin out there now, but not to worry, in a day or two they will recover.
The rhubarb leaves have grown to the size of placemats now and I will be cutting them soon to cook up into sauce. Or maybe make a rhubarb and strawberry pie, now THAT would be a wonderful spring treat.
My husband moved the bird feeder onto the patio, away from the butterfly bushes along the fence because Bob the cat was spending his time lurking there and stalking his feathered friends. But the upshot of the new arrangement is a mess of sunflower shells arranged “artfully” ALL OVER the patio. We and the animals, are tracking them into the house. I am WAY too lazy at the moment to sweep them up. So I just lounge here and tsk tsk at the mess.
Suddenly I am so sleepy. The sun is putting a spell on me. My busy week has caught up with me and I feel like I have been drugged with a springtime afternoon sleeping draught. One part pink and red poppies, one part sweet peas, and one part sunny breeze. I must give into it’s powerful pull, or risk complete incoherencey in this, my OH so organized and , mmm , neat…..
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