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| Forsythia against the morning sky. |
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| Daffodils |
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| Every year I tell myself I need to separate these daffodils and then I forget. |
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| Magnolia |
2. Projects that were in my head all winter slowly begin to take form with the help of tools, muscles, and time. Old garden beds are dug up and plants get moved around, and new wood paneling goes up on the porch ceiling. As Steve labors I rattle off more ideas; it's enough to make his head spin.
"You know the depths of my heart and you love me the same."
3. These beautiful lyrics sung at church today. They take my breath away.
4. My strong, beautiful mom turns ninety-one today. She tells me the story of her birth for the bazillionth time, of which I never tire.
I love that you love the story of your mother's birth. A golden post.
ReplyDeleteWe have been spending a lot of time working in the yard as well, Lee, and it is exhilarating to see the robins chasing one another as they perform spring martinet rituals. One pair have already started a nest in our front cedar tree. And, Grenville's list also grows longer as I make suggestions. Wishing your mom a wonderful year ahead, my own is in her 91stbyear as well.
ReplyDeleteOh, this one was beautiful in so many ways. Thank you for sharing those gorgeous pictures! I love yellow, and I love golden flowers. I wish, too, that I had your determination to work in the garden and make things grow.
ReplyDeleteHappy 91th birthday to your mother, Leonora!
Oops! That should read 91st b-day. Feel free to laugh at my expense; I'm good for it! :D
DeleteHappy Birthday to your mom. That's amazing, 91. I always admire those who live such a long time. I cannot imagine what they have seen.
ReplyDeleteGreat photos, too. It's a beautiful time of year.
Ah yes, in the garden. Love this time of year~ Birthday blessings to your mom
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