I talked myself out of going outside today. The cloudy, cool weather was my excuse. I thoroughly enjoyed the thunderstorms this evening, though. Honestly, is there anything that smells as good as rain?
I did a lot outside yesterday — besides chasing butterflies — though. I walked up the road and collected more of those rosy pebbles to put around my barrel cactus. Then, I walked around all the fruit trees — anyone who’s been here knows there’s a lot – to see which ones were budding. Most of them are, to some degree. This one’s a peach tree:
After that, the Incipient Teenager and I played soccer while Mom watered her flowerbed. Some of the bulbs are coming up, and her dianthus are actually about to bloom. I don’t care what that groundhog says. It feels like early spring.