Wouldn’t you know it – I finished my new wool fair isle hat (thinking all the while how nice it would be for dog walking), and the very next day, the temperatures soar to 87 degrees.
Typical New England.
I won’t complain, though. It was wonderful today to open the windows, grab something other than a sweater to wear, and put on flip flops. (Oh, flip flops, how I’ve missed you!)
The only strange thing was the trees – they still don’t have leaves. And, when the temperatures reach the eighties, you expect some shade. You expect some green.
But, I won’t complain.
Ginger took Opal outside for a bit.
Opal was quite pleased to get back onto the grass.
And, I took the opportunity to plant the pansies I bought over the weekend.
They are among my favorite plowers, pansies. So colorful; so cheerful. Like little jewels.
Elsewhere in the yard, things are finally waking up. Here you see the emerging bleeding heart plant…
And, a blurry shot of the neighborhood forsythia bushes – taken while on a walk with Manny. (It’s hard to get well-focused photos when you’re walking a dog.)
It’s so good to see the plants again. And, it’s lovely to feel warm! I am awash with happiness this evening.
From the dining room table, hoping you are feeling equally cheerful,