Oh what a beautiful day it was here in the Pacific Northwest! After some cloud cover this morning (during which time I enjoyed coffee and conversation with some writing friends) the clouds rolled away and the sun came out!
During the week, Gerry braved the less-than-perfect weather and assembled my newest raised beds. We had soil delivered yesterday and he spent the morning moving soil from our driveway to the backyard to fill the beds.
By the time I got home from coffee time with my friends, he had gone golfing and the raised beds were calling my name.
I spent the afternoon planting. Yes, I’m a happy and contented Grandma this afternoon! In the ground: beets, carrots, kale, lettuce, and radishes. Soaking in preparation for planting tomorrow: peas.
I was also blessed to be able to spend some time in my new greenhouse where I planted more Four O’Clocks and transplanted some Sedum I over-wintered into teacups I brought home from our last trip to the “Old Country”. These cups once belonged to my Mom. The photography does, in no way, do them justice. I’ll try again in a few weeks.
The sunshine inspired me to grab the camera and take some pictures of the miracles happening everywhere right now.
Crocuses remind me of Saskatchewan for some reason.
Confession: almost anything can remind me of Saskatchewan if I allow it to.
Nothing says “spring” like the cheerful yellow of a daffodil!
I can’t wait for the hyacinth to bloom! The perfume is heavenly!
A visitor stopped by to feast on the last of the suet.
I spray painted some containers with a flat black paint. They are now making their home in my greenhouse, storing heat to keep my plants warm.
Maya enjoyed basking in the warm sunshine.
And at the end of the day, when Gerry and I were aching from the unaccustomed effort our bodies endured today, we sat on the patio sipping a glass of wine considering how blessed we are.
It was a good day.