I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson







Friday, April 28, 2017

Walking Again






Hi! Mo and I are up to two walks per day now! I reactivated my Map My Walk app; we log about 1.25  to 1.5 miles per day. A poor showing unless I compare it to how things were  not that many months ago, when I couldn't walk from one room to the next.


As always Mo and I watch the changing seasons. Right now we're on the lookout for spring. The bayberry shrubs [left] always are very late.


The secret beach path alley is still were drab and winter-y, but we've seen neighbors doing garden cleanups and some early planting.


One young couple [new, renters of a rehabbed post Sandy house], have filled their flower boxes with tomato, basil, and parsley plants! Right now it looks so cute, not sure what the effect will be in July when the tomatoes run wild and get scraggly.


The pink crabapples are coming into bloom. And look at that rare for April blue, blue sky.


The Bradford pears, windblown, drop April snow.









The forsythia is nearing its end. Planted here with dark shrubs, the bright golden yellow is so dramatic.


This is a hot sunny wall, the blooms have fallen.



Yellow snow! Nicer than what we usually call yellow snow, isn't it.


This is a very large beautiful shrub. I call it a mock orange?


The backs of the waxy white flower heads are  pale pearly pink. No scent.


Pretty daffodils.


Some of these are at my friends of the tropical garden's yard . They didn't like the daffs I planted for them and had asked me to pull them out last year or even the previous year. I did as asked, but daffs can be tenacious, and I for one am glad a few survived.


I love tulips, but they're a fragile flower, blooming slowly then gone in just a day or two.


After our longest noon walk, Mo retires to the deck for his nap. Today I sat with him awhile and worked on my alternate House/ not-House block for Fall Festival.


love

lizzy

gone to the beach....


PS Morning's dense fogs have given way to blue skies! The ocean is blue and white and frothy. Surfing is good, I hear.