The garden, underway. Sore arms & DH has a sunburn. Bean played all afternoon with his tractor in the newly tilled dirt. A long way before raised beds and fence posts, but closer than we were. So good to be outside. So good to have a man who, because he know's my heart is set on having a garden, spends all day wrestling the brute of a tiller about. :)
I'm heady with delight. With fragrance. With blooming. Everything plunges into growth come the end of May. The short growing season makes everything feel even more astounding and vibrant and urgently beautiful. I cannot get enough.
(real, up-close pics are over at flickr.)