A Perfect Weekend

Spring. 

That glorious season of unpredictability. 

And the same roller coaster of temperature and precipitation has wreaked havoc on the temperments and attitudes of the members of our house.

Nevertheless, rain will eventually give way to sun and a pleasant breeze will blow. 

Yardwork was the name of the game.

New beds were arranged to hold plants that Lowe's attempted to kill.

Old beds were weeded and shaped and mulched.

The growing Sedum Obsession was carefully tended.

And in a close second comes the Hosta Obsession.

My clearance-priced purchases from last year are popping up daily.

Parsley and cilantro have volunteered to return for another year of production.

The bees, much to my children's dismay, are hard at work pollinating the blueberries so the birds will get a treat come July (they selfishly steal them before we can pick).

I am hopeful that maybe, just maybe we'll pick a few raspberries from hand-me-down vines.

All the while, there was the pleasant background music of birds chirping and the sweet peeping of baby bluebirds anxious for something to eat.

And the Avian Maternity Ward burst into full bloom for a new season of chicks.

Watering a butterfly bush yielded a colorful surprise.

All in all the work was pleasant and children were cheery

(and my own nearly broken/very bruised toe held up well under the pressure to get it all done).

But "all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

The day ended with dinner and games out of doors and squeals of delight

while the sun set behind the mountain.  It just doesn't get much better than this.