Such a lovely tree. And a lovely man, as well.
Anyway, yes, I took a walk. I took pictures of the blooming dewberries.
For some reason, there is one patch of dewberries which bloom the palest baby-pink. Such a tender color. Here's what most of them look like:
Dewberries are much like blackberries but their canes are more vine-like and grow along the ground whereas the blackberries grow on upright canes. And the dewberries come first. There are lots of blooms this year.
I walked up to the old graveyard and took a picture.
That overhanging tree is a dogwood and it should be in full and blowsy bloom but as I have noted, the dogwoods of Lloyd seem to all be suffering from a blight and most of them are dead. This is unbelievably sad. We have cut down at least three in our yard. I will wait a few years to replant, hoping it passes. You can see, if you click on the picture, one small cluster of flowers on one branch of that tree.
I noticed a blooming wild azalea in the field of the horse farm and can't wait to see more blooming in the woods. They feel so special to me. So blessed when I see them. The one I planted in this yard is still alive after many years but it never really blooms very much. Not enough sun, I suppose. My across the street neighbors have a gorgeous one.
One the way home I picked a branch of flowering azalea from an old yard where a house used to stand and brought it home, put it in a vase. Mine are not blooming this year, either due to too-late pruning last year or because of the late freeze we had. They will bloom next year, I hope.
I stopped at the empty house next door to purloin a few more branches of a gorgeous flowering peach.
I think it's a flowering peach. I could very definitely be wrong. But I am not in wrong in how gorgeous it is.
The bees were loving up the camellias over there.
I saw a fellow I've just noticed recently, also walking. He wears sunglasses and carries a golf club and has a smile as easy as a breeze. The first time I saw him, he cracked up and yelled across the street to me that I was the fastest walker he'd ever seen. He cracked up when he saw me today too. I must look pretty funny when I walk, cargo shorts flapping all over the place.
I came home and finished up washing and drying all the old sheets and tablecloths I used to cover outside plants during the freezes. I put them away and then put up the beautiful tablecloth I bought the other day in our bedroom as a curtain. The curtains in there were just these boring white things that hung down too far and got tangled up in sheets. I didn't go a very good job, but it's such a beautiful thing.
I'll redo it eventually. Maybe. I tend to let things be unless they annoy the crap out of me.
I washed the old curtains, put them away, mopped the bathroom, laundry room (two square feet) and kitchen. I took the recycle and trash. I put my flowers in vases. That is one thing I really love about spring, as if there wasn't enough to love. All of the flowers I can bring into the house and on the porch.
Such a magical time of year when the camellias AND azaleas are blooming.
And so it has gone. I've moved and I've noticed and I've been grateful and the house looks a little better and the kitchen floor feels good on my bare feet and here we are.
Boys coming tomorrow.
The adventures continue.