The Back 40
We jokingly call our place The Bates Estate. Not sure our little cottage could ever qualify as an estate. In fact, when we first moved in our house was so small, our garden was bigger than it. We have since added on giving us just enough room, well at least enough room for me to walk around the bed without turning sideways. When the warm weather hits, we spend a lot of time outside. We often end the day with a stroll around the yard, as we did yesterday.
The apple blossoms are popping.
The the deer have been 'trampaging' (that's sister Di's word combo.... trampling and rampaging) the veg garden and my flower garden.
It was like they'd had an open house. Even chomped my Admiral Nelson lilies. Personally, I think the chipmunk mounds I'm dealing with were enough.
We sat out on the back stoop last night listening to the birds and watching the sunset which was reflecting more to the East last night.
Pretty pink against the blue sky, and the Pamela Jean sailing in the wind.
Soon the bluebirds will be perching on the mast while I swim about the pool. Not soon enough, but soon.
Have a lovely Monday. It's supposed to hit the mid 80s today and I'm loving being in my flip flops.