Yellow belle


“There lives the dearest freshness deep down things” (link)

Our first daffodils bloomed yesterday by a sunny south-facing corner of the house. “Look here,” they say, whenever I go in or out the mudroom door. And the cardinal on the branch says, “Cheer, cheer.”

A great blue heron has been visiting the pond daily, for frogs and fish. Its wings are improbably large and beat so slowly on takeoff it seems it will never clear the trees, but it does.

Today I am planting one more variety of peas and one more variety of spinach, and then just waiting for them to sprout.