The garden tending continues. Bit by bit I’m making headway through the tangled den of plants. The winter’s rain was very good to the purple crest aeonium. It’s hard to look away from that radiant center.
The pride of madeira is sending up its baby stalks. These will become foot-long spikes of blue. More evidence of drenching rain. Without the deep natural watering many things stay dormant and don’t bloom, or even grow much. Not this year. This year we were soaked.
A golden day, a pile of books, an old chaise, loud buzzing overhead of hummingbirds flitting through the air, dozing cats, drowsy humans.
Blissed out on spring.
Coming inside occasionally to work on a fresh batch of mailart.
Spent too much time playing around with the banner. Made two completely different ones, then decided the spontaneous photo of the art table was the better choice after all.
In between all the leisure activities I found time for a movie. Things We Lost In The Fire. Benicio Del Toro was riveting. I’m giving it 10 popcorn boxes. Last week Away From Her with Julie Christy had me under its spell. Both films will require kleenex. I do love a good heartbreaker.