Approaching the Solstice

So far, Spring took it's damn sweet time sprunging, but it meant for a good opportunity for moving plants around the garden, letting the Nasty Urshums get out of control, and watching the Red Tail hawk pick off a squirrel or two (bon voyage peanut rodents). It will be a bounty year for citrus, and the English roses are so pretty they make my heart ache.

I had time to re-string my favorite wind chimes, so the recent winds have reminded me that sitting a spell to do something I want to do is not frivolous. I have been tracking the length of the days like a jealous lover. At least, as the days get shorter, the light will come off the fore end, and I will still be able to play outside until dark.

The solstice will be the second part of the year, and I know that the ebbing of the sun will give lots more opportunity for family and friend time.

A time honored tradition in the South is to make a Spring change out of curtains and pillows--something that I have wanted to do for years, but never had time; but this Springs slow start gave me the chance to sew, sew, sew--valances and pillows, bun warmers and bags, little girl frocks, and jammies.

The jam is made--strawberry, apricot-- just waiting for the blackberries, and that's done too. So much that my friends are exchanging jars and lining up like it's a fire sale at Bon Marche. Joyeux Printemps!