By far my most favorite season. It used to be fall, but spring has edged fall out of the way by a hair. Once tailgating weather comes back around, I’ll be singing a different tune, but oh! the joy of a warm sun…on a warm day. Goodbye winter.
And grape vines.
And one raised bed with nothing in it yet. Hey, where is Ryan going?
Down the little tick-lined path to our compost pile.
…and two apple trees. This will be the site of our little “orchard”. More fruits to come. You know I’m all hot and heavy in my fruit tree day dreams. Take that as you will.
Stay as long as you like, Spring. You’re always welcome.
Fall is the slow, graceful death of summer, but spring…spring is a fighter. Spring has to claw its way out of winter, and even though it keeps getting dragged back by the ankles, it just keeps inching and inching and slowly gaining ground until one day it realizes it’s free. Ah, spring. Thanks for the effort. Great post.