After a rainy Saturday, today is a cool, sunny day.
The soft ground is just right for digging and planting. I didn't get all of the bulbs in the earth, but some of the tulips and all of the narcissi are in the soil. There is still much more to do: beds to tidy and edge, roses to wrangle, and more bulbs to plant. This week.
If it's possible to have a few pleasant aches, then that's what I have now; they're the sort that arise from having enjoyed time outdoors while getting yard work done.
The tools are put away,
a bouquet has been picked,
and all that is called for is . . .
a bouquet has been picked,
and all that is called for is . . .
knitting a few rows,
then curling up in the comfy chair to read.
If the novel happens to be set in Florence, which I shared with you here, so much the better.
Sunday. Isn't it grand!
Thank you for visiting.
Thank you for visiting.
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