This drenching rain is the perfect opportunity for me to do...
absolutely nothing.
More Advil, please. These first weeks of outdoor chores are exposing the awful truth. This garden gal was far too sedentary over the long and dreary winter. Which is why I jumped for joy when I woke to a day that demanded I stay indoors.
Indoors, micromini roses have re-bloomed, though I barely had time to notice.
Spent the morning coddling my indoor roses who are bracing themselves for a full season of neglect. The instant that first Crocus bloomed, outside, I turned my back on what was happening inside.
That is, until this rainy day...
It came from outer space... Well, actually, it came from Hawaii but Mars sounds much more exciting. Hard to imagine that soon this ugly duckling will become a drop dead gorgeous Plumeria.
Christmas in April is in full swing. Every year, I lecture the Poinsettia ~ why such a rebel? Why not put on this colorful show in December? If she listens at all, it's in one leaf and out the other...
Crazy Edna, my ancient Christmas Cactus, continues with her marathon performance. She began flowering mid-November and is still going strong. Though I believe I have finally figured out why. I moved her to a high traffic spot in the hallway. Every time I walk past her, I empty out the last of my green tea into her container.
Hmmm... do you suppose that's what's making her so happy?
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Outdoors, high winds batter the garden. April showers, in the form of heavy, wet snow ~ a predictable, yet tiresome, necessity.
Remarkable, isn't it? Their happy perseverance? The way they laugh off the nastiest of weather. These dainty darlings could teach me a thing or two...
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