At Home, and Not

It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood . . .

So Howard took his big scary camera outside early this bright sunny morning,

and snapped a few of our spring blooms in the act of, well, blooming.

 Who doesn't love hyacinths?

Dreamy colors, and a fabulous scent.

Down the border a bit, we find these:

"Hey, Bud . . . you're gonna be a yellow tulip!"

A little rose bush is blushing up its leaves.

No action from the grape vines yet; they are slow starters,

but once they get going, get out of their way.

Inside the house, in the sunroom, my Christmas cactus plants continue to suffer from identity crisis-es.

 These dudes bloomed at Thanksgiving, Christmas, and now Easter.

They need a new union.

This wire patio set is going to the booth, and I've decided to give it a new, fresh

coat of paint to help it stand up to the elements, so it can live in plein air,

which is a fancy French art term for "outside."

In the meantime, the set is looking rustic and inviting, on the driveway level above The Old House.

And now, I'm off for a day of thrifting and antiquing with

my friend Emily.  Who knows where we'll go?

We hope Merlin, the GPS, will have some good ideas.

Have a lovely Thursday!  -- Cass 


P.S.  Don't tell Howard, but I think cleaning out the perennial borders is on our "to-do" list
for this weekend.  Who knows what we'll find under all the old garden schmutz.