It's the season - the azalea and rhodo are here! We have huge banks of them, with the biggest azalea bushes about 12 feet high.  They're like a beacon of spring every year, and were my Dad's very favorite - which makes them my very favorite too.

The return of warm weather means the return of porch yoga, and Steve and I couldn't be happier.  He is not the most dedicated yogi, but he is definitely the most content.

Spring is arriving for real this week - the trees are green, the grass is green, the birds are chirping, I'm working on a table on my porch in perfect 70 degree weather.  It is, in a word, glorious.  But also fleeting. 

We are well into spring-like weather, and it is amazing!  Strangely enough, the weather this year got warm so early that we had green grass and started mowing before we had leaves on the trees - not our usual.  But on Sunday the leaves started to pop (I love trying to notice the exact day we get green leaves - they are surprisingly sneaky, and love to show up when you aren't noticing), and today it is 78 degrees and a bright blue sky.  Heaven.

Morning walk at the farm - take a look around, say hello to noisy uninvited guests (the swans),  run in the woods, feed the horse, play with the dogs.  And then get to work.

Steve and I were helping to rearrange one of the storage buildings.  But we got tired.

I wrote that title as a joke, except... it kind of isn't.