Because I haven't been outside my gate in days, I had no idea how beautiful the azaleas were on the other side of it until I took my trash and went to the post office today. They are spilling over onto the sidewalk, a tumble of magenta. And here I was, thinking that this year's blooms were not as prolific as last.
Perspective is everything, isn't it?
I have fretted and frittered today. Mr. Moon took off again to help a friend with his porch screening down at the coast and has been gone all day. It is the very first day of spring and it is also Gibson Monroe Hartmann's ninth birthday. Here is what he looked like the day he was born.