Readers, it has finally happened—the event I have been looking forward to since the spring equinox, and it ranks right up there with forsythia and the song of the peepers. Drum roll, please: yesterday marked the first time this year that I was able to hang laundry outside on the line. Happy, happy day! From now until October, laundry will be hung on the line rather than inside on racks.
As if that weren’t enough joy for one week…the maple tree is in bloom. These tiny bursts of red are one of my favorite flowers. They complement every bird, no matter the color, that comes into the backyard—the goldfinches, the cardinals, the chickadees, the nuthatches.
And what a joy to have birds around me as I worked in the garden. I heard the sharp rat-a-tat-tat of a woodpecker, the twitter of the goldfinches, the caw of a crow, and the haunting call of a loon.
With such music, it seemed as though the big bed in the backyard was cleaned in no time.
Even more joy: The ferns are starting to come up.
And last but not least, Clif sifted compost for me, and this will soon go in the back garden.
Such a lot of joy for one week. Who could ask for anything more?