There isn't much in the way of colors bursting forth from the earth just yet. Except, of course, green...which is as lovely a color as I can imagine after the winter we just left behind. I can tell you, though, just watching the plants grow gives me such hope for the future. One day there will be white lilacs perfuming those branches and peonies hanging heavy on those burgendy stalks. I run my hand over the bee balm just to smell the rich spicy scent that it leaves on my fingers.
Meanwhile, I am happy that many of my plants are established and hearty since some renegade chickens are using my flowerbeds as dustbaths. While their bathing habits only deter weeds, I am okay with it. The minute they mess up my perennials, however, the mean Rebecca will show up.
And I will show NO MERCY.
Those pallets were supposed to be for an awesome three stage composting area. THAT never happened. Then, the boy took charge and in an afternoon of rummaging around the place for ahem-junk-ahem, he had a three-room fort complete with table, flag and potted plants.
Did you know that ants take care of aphids, herding them places and protecting them, much like a shepherd does to sheep? Because they "milk" them and drink the sweet stuff they produce?
Why is it that when the most fun is being had, the biggest messes are being made? Rainy afternoons = messy houses = tons of fun.