|Ann Magnolia blossom.|
|Nectarine blossoms with a Forsythia flower that my son tucked between the blooms.|
Butterflies on the butterfly bush, honeybees in the nectarine blossoms, bumble bees hanging in the air like mini zeppelins. Time to head to Great Smoky National Park for my annual Trillium hunt. Then it will be time for the wildflower pilgrimage that will last into the summer.
My seeds are ready to be sprouted inside, a whole garden on the windowsill of my potting shed waiting to feed us until fall. Back is strong and getting stronger, ready for months of hoeing. The girls have worked hard scratching around the farmyard getting the soil fluffed for planting and dropping too many eggs for us to eat. The rabbits have given us such a large compost pile of natural fertilizer this winter that I'll have to grow some carrots and parsnips to thank them.
So, with the March winds blowing through the house, I hurry to finish my chores so I can go outside to play. Had to stop and show my appreciation for the beauty that's popping up all around.