Sprung.

If blue is JOY...

{the bush near Emma's grave, click to enlarge photos}

then lavender is HOPE.

What are you doing sitting around and reading my blog for?
Go out and enjoy the true meaning of spring.
xoxo,
Ang

Spring Raking

Who knew a simple objective would yield such a mess.

Objective: rake out the flower bed.

Result: 5’ x 4’ x 2’ pile of leaves.

I wish I’d taken a picture; however, please enjoy this rendering I doodled:

Spring has sprung but if I didn’t know better… I’d say it’s still autumn at our house.
Here’s something you may have not known:

Snow is nature’s way of preserving frail fallen leaves.

Natural selection is a fluke, I swear.

Just kidding, Charlie.

If you don’t rake your leaves before the first big snow, you’ll be seeing those appendages of your arboretum come Spring.
There’s a lesson there.

Somewhere.

(Probably under the pile of leaves.)

It's for fun.

I'll save a

genuine blog post

for another day.

Today. It's just for fun.