The water is low in the pond. My grandchildren have loved throwing rocks into the water. I’ve watched my oldest grandson throwing, switching from using his left hand to his right hand and back again. He may be a leftie like his mom. 🙂
The mimosa tree stands tall and proud. It’s waiting to put on a pink and fluffy performance come warmer weather. There’s something about a mimosa in bloom that always looks tropical to me.
But, the freckles in a pink azalea make me smile. Even unopened buds stand at attention. Like debutantes at a ball, they await that moment of showing off how lovely they are.
Our only granddaughter, Lucy, was three when she visited our home. She thinks our blueberry bush is a tree. Mr. K and I still laugh about our blueberry “tree”. It’s hard to see clearly, but I’ve pulled and chopped weeds and moved two wheelbarrow loads of mulch. Mulch the squirrels felt a need to “sift” through. We have plans to place a pole and a net this year. Last season, the birds harvested the berries. It’s a lot of work for something I won’t eat.
This moss looks like green carpet. It is spongy to the touch and is cool underfoot. Walking on it barefoot is a treat. This old log in the woods is wearing a mossy coat.
My future hedge of forsythia. Deer have killed half of my first attempt and only three tiny ones still exist. The three taller ones that are staked up bloomed for the first time this year.
And so ends a quick stroll around the property in April of 2018. Be sure to follow along as more photos are added.