In four weeks a contractor will complete our stacked stone retaining walls and flagstone paths. I am so excited about it because it means that I will be able to finish landscaping the front yard. I've really had to pull in the reins these past years so that the installation of the walls won't undo any planting I've done.
I woke up feeling tired and blah, like so many mornings. But Sunday was all bright and shiny, so I pulled on my grubbies and with weeder in hand stepped into the sunshine. At the end of the day I felt wonderful. Taking a walk isn't the same thing. Gardening heals me.
The plum tree, as a friend said, looks like a giant pink afro. The crocus are done, but the tulips are getting ready to burst into bloom. The vinca I planted last year is covered with lavender-blue blossoms already, but I'm still waiting for the lithadora to do its thing.