Nighty Night, Sleep Tight

A little later than hoped, our garden beds are now tucked in and waiting for Spring.

"It looks as if Olga's ready, too," says Virginia.

Er, um, Keri couldn't resist her. I guess I can't blame her, can you? Maybe we should rustle up some new clothes before a prude complains.

The grape arbor needs some reconstruction, too, and I'd better put up a trellis for the tomatoes when I find a lull. 

Lots of lulls (LOL).

Butterfly Effect

Look who greeted me in the greenhouse this morning.

Here's another view.

"Is that a zebra swallowtail?" says Virginia.

I'll tell you what it is.  It's a wonderful way to start a day.

"Makes you want to run inside and work on a book deadline?" says Virginia.

Exactly.  We may be picking strawberries in a week or two.

And peas, too (Wandos).

How about some broccoli?

Cramped salad, anyone?

And later, much later, maybe some grape juice or raisins?