Early Call

A Spring Slurry

For every beginning
There is an ending
For every go
There is a stop

For every spring
There is a summer
Yet we can dwell
Where time is not

Ready

Seems like the gentle rain has brought out all of the leaves on the trees on this block to their full size.  It has been a very gradual transition, but now that it is complete the contrast is amazing.  It looks as though we are on a different planet.  We humans are certainly adaptable, as these two opposite season photos demonstrate.

Apple Tree Delight

New Plantings

With all the creeping phlox in bloom around town, it was time to bring some home.   Here they are ready to go in the new bed that Bruce dug, along with another hydrangea (why not?)  The swing behind the plants looks more inviting than digging holes.  My next door neighbor saw us working on the new flower bed last night and said, "I just don't have a green thumb."  I had to admit that I don't have one either.  I just want to look at the beauty of flowers and landscaping, and I want someone else to do all of the work.  I do like to water plants though.  And somehow watching a sprinkler whirl is very relaxing.

Here they are all snug in their new spot, with Teddy attempting a fair impersonation at the far end of the row.  I am mixing sun lovers and shade lovers and hoping for the best, since the phlox should be done blooming once the leaves fill in the oak tree which should shade the hydrangea nicely.  This is the beginning of what I hope will be a front yard with several little retaining walls and gardens, if we can manage to find some more blocks that match.  And now it looks like rain.

Here is the new very large faux cement pot we bought at Sunnyside Gardens, all freshly planted with a mixture of white annuals and perennials, like echinacea, phlox, daisies, sweet potato vine, etc.  I wanted to include some allium, but couldn't find any in my usual haunts.

Teddy kept all the neighborhood dogs and bicycles away while I worked.  It wasn't a pretty sight.

Dreamy Dawn

It was a dreamy dawn at the lake this morning.  A drifting rowboat:

Daisy and Tom ready for breakfast:

A Kayak skimming the water:

The sun reflecting off of new spring leaves:

And runners dashing by:

From the north shore of the lake the band shell and buildings looked like an enchanted city:

And the scent of apple trees danced through the air:

Bread and Pickle

Had lunch at Bread and Pickle, the new restaurant at the Lake Harriet refectory.  It was tasty!