Hello my lovelies.
It was 85 yesterday. I have broken out my shorts for the season.
The maple outside our window has leafed out.
I placed a geranium by the door as it can take the heat.
Look here-a grim little Gremmie in the dogwood tree.
She weighs ten pounds now y'all.
I'm chubby, my mama's chubby, and my cats chubby.
Our wide expanse of monkey grass (lilirope) is sprouting. We had a million pine cones before the storm. Now we have about five million. I ignore them pretty much.
Easy care sedum on the front stoop that survived the winter unscathed.
Finally, our sweet boy Sheldon.
Shelley is one hundred pounds and suffers gladly the mischievous cat.
In Olive Out news today is mine and Joe's anniversary.
Ten wonderful years. To find love again, we think, is a most splendid gift.
I am going to physical therapy twice a week for shoulder therapy.
We continue to clear debris from the storm (I basically rake).
I am carrying on with spring gardening in spite of the extra chores.
I must have flowers.