Although my mutant migraine has finally started to ease off, it's now in its twelfth day, and that's my excuse for the sketchy blogging lately. It's been a beautiful day here in the neighborhood, and I felt like I was being cheated out of spring, so a little while ago I closed my eyes almost to slits (light hurts) and ventured outside to see what all this sunshine has accomplished in my garden. Now blooming in the Trees and Shrubs Department, we have an eastern redbud, a flowering quince, some white lilacs, purple lilacs, the viburnum hedges (which are nearly as fragrant as the lilacs), and the (pink) flowering dogwoods. There aren't a lot of flowers yet; just primroses, bleeding hearts, creeping phlox, Virginia bluebells, periwinkle, and brunnera. All of the spring bulbs are dying back, but it's still too early to put out annuals. The roses bushes are leafing out nicely, but it'll be a while yet before they bloom.
By the way, the hammock you'll see in a minute is not mine. That's where my hunk o' burnin' love sneaks off to read John Grisham books.