May 12th, 2011
Weeding, watering, digging…You’re boring, mommy.
Can’t you throw something for us to chase? Or better yet, can’t you open that jar in the kitchen with the liver-y, smelly treats? We’ve been good girls.
April 22nd, 2011
April is quite a yellow month, isn’t it? I mean, there’s the forsythia, the witch hazel, the daffodils. If that weren’t enough we can now get our azaleas in shades of orange-yellow. And don’t forget that drop-dead beautiful magnolia ‘Yellow Bird.’ (I want.)
You know what? I don’t care. After seeing brown, brown, brown all winter long, I like a nice, bright yellow.
Bring it on. In fact, let’s do some masses of yellow.
Harry and I have been slowly adding to our daffodil collection. We started near the house by the driveway. Last fall we planted a grouping about a quarter mile up the driveway—a sunny little patch to greet visitors.
I even added a few crocuses and muscari in the mix to see how the deer would like them. They didn’t.
Next fall we’ll add even more yellow. For another yellow April.