Forsythia in bloom

First cut flowers from the garden

The chicken run

You blink, this time of year, and you think pixie dust has been sprinkled on  the world.  My trip to DC did not happen so it has been a day of laundry and other “quotidian mysteries”, deeply reassuring  rhythms and sounds, the smell of things newly clean and fresh.  It was really hot (as in 80 degrees on Wednesday afternoon) and then we got lashing rains followed by one more bitterly cold front that raged through here so when I got up at 5 this morning, the thermometer read 25.  As the day has progressed, the sun has shone more and more brightly, warming us to somewhere around 50.  Sherod, and then Sherod and I, went to work on the ‘chicken run’ for the young ladies who have grown a lot and are now in serious need of more room.

Yesterday, I realized that just like that, a forsythia bush had burst into bloom and today, there were even more flowers to enjoy.  Lots of bulbs are pushing out new growth in several parts of the garden–have no idea what they might be and can’t wait to see.  But in the meantime, I can bring in cut flowers for the house. And that is just heaven.