Any day now, the figs in the back yard will be ripe. And then we will be in a race with the squirrels for them.
I want to believe in the Dish Fairy, who comes in the night and washes all the dishes for you...
Front porch detail.
Decided I was more interested in the roses and leaves beside the porch swing than in the stems or porch railing.
"A lot of fruit," observed my husband, looking over the recent entries. Maybe it's the season? Busy at work, not traveling, but thinking about the season changing. (Or maybe it's just the new grocery store at the foot of our street, making it easier to impulse-buy cherries or strawberries on the way home.)
Strawberries equal spring. Even on unseasonably chilly days. Maybe especially on unseasonably chilly days.
As we were walking home, the rain slowed down, and we began to see bits of blue sky.
Not yet for the local ones, but perfect at the end of a hot spring day.
Warm day. Drank more water than usual.
One left.
Remains of a perfectly ripe pear.
One. I know I bought a pound of them...
One that actually smells like a pear - I have hopes that it will be perfectly ripe tomorrow.
Moon in the sky, just before twilight. Warm enough after supper to sit for a long time on the porch and watch the sky.
Warm spring days tempt me to go barefoot...
Didn't realize they were in season, but my how sweet this was.
Lost and then found again. Slightly bent.
In today's mail.
Piece of driftwood from an otherwise empty vase.
No "...quiet old lady, whispering, 'Hush,'" though...
Yes, I know it looks like an interesting bulb, or some kind of aloe... My husband decided to put a sprouting red onion half into a flowerpot to see what would happen. An accidental house plant.
Small gray stone from my pocket.
Today we rested. (And I recharged my phone!) According to my pedometer, we walked more than 12 miles yesterday...
After a wonderful long day in NYC with my daughter, we took the Greyhound bus home again.
In a bowl.
May.
Spring progresses.
It really is this shape. Brought home by youngest child from an event at school, somehow it reminds me of a penguin.
Blooming outside the kitchen window. At last.
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