Spring has rolled into the mountains, and our yard is a scene of little miracles. The sweet shrub smells like melon (and exactly like melon, too, no ballparky here), and our redbud has bloomed for pretty much the first time ever.
Ms. Alpha took Baby Girl to Israel’s Garden Center and came back with a nice mountain laurel to replace the azalea that froze next to our stoop, a nice Japanese maple to replace one that froze out there by the yew, and a potted columbine that looks like a native species but may not really be one. Apparently on the visit out there Baby Girl was all about looking at the fishes in the display water feature they have–seventeen fish, captive for life, I guess, but just perfect for the little people to gawk at.
The flame azalea is set to go, and today, for much of the day, things just seemed right.
