Very early, one of our tomatillos insists on blooming. Perhaps the bloom will survive to give us early fruit. Perhaps not. We will have to be patient, to wait.
Vague, indistinct outlines of horizon and cloud usher in the new day. This mildly foggy morning entranced me, I stopped for some time to drink in, savour, appreciate the day.
A country road is so evocative. Where does it go? What kind of landscape does it pass through? Rolling down the down will reveal what sounds, what aromas?
These delightful Johnny Jump-ups are volunteers. They survived the harsh snowy winter and emerged entirely on their own. I’ve always loved these little beauties.