The moon also rises

I’ll reflect for the season, too. Can I catch a pretty moon over our backyard in April? Out the back door I go. There it sits, ripe for my picking.

Spring sunset warms me

That magic moment. Later and later, I thought as I gazed out the kitchen window and saw the light lingering on our stretch of the world. Can I catch some orange on the horizon due west? Yes, I can. Cheers to the April sunset.

Busy dog come springtime

Radius expands. One by one, our cherished rescue mutt Ellie carries her toys from the living room storage box to the backyard deck and then beyond as the spring days get warmer and warmer. Soon enough they will be on my roundup list come mowing days!

Lost: One woman’s sandal

Fall leftover. Discovered during spring backyard roundup: One woman’s flip-flop left lonely on our backyard path. Owner: My dear wife Karen. She laughed when I pointed it out, figuring she’d find its pair soon enough that she would not spend any time at all hopping around come the warmer temps.

Next up, real leaves

Fill ‘er up. I don’t just look down while checking the spring progress of our backyard. The mid-size bush flanking our shed is budding up nicely, thank you. Soon enough I will be stooping low with our lawn mower underneath its first purple blooms!

Time for your second year outside, fig tree

With a head start. My fig tree whisperer friend John texted with the message that it was time for our fig to move from its first winter shelter inside our second bedroom to the great outdoors of our backyard. Last year this baby started its life, planted carefully by John and lasting its first summer…

Some color up front

Finally, yellow emerges. Thanks to the emergence of a stronger sun and a climb to 60 degrees and above, the big batch of green flanking our front door at last has decided to open to its first peek of yellow brightness. Happy spring, yes.

Meanwhile, a mile over at the kids’ house

Blooms in abundance. It must be the angle of the house. And the sun. So figure my dear wife Karen and I as we contemplate why the flowers in the front garden of terrific daughter Elisabeth and fantastic fiance George Three have opened to our spring just one mile away while the very same plants…

One little winner

Drumroll, answered. Sometimes the first bloom of spring comes with not a loud roar but a cherished whisper. Our loud row in the back garden caressed our initial petals this year, a tiny yellow burst right ahead of its big row. My dear wife Karen and I are expecting the accompanying gang of blooms to…

Good day, sunshine

Hey, we have a yard! Terrific daughter Elisabeth noticed wonderful rescue cat Ava eying George Three doing some cleanup work off the back deck. Definite inside-cat Ava was curious about their new great outdoors? What if, Elisabeth figured … Let me back in! Nobody thinks escape routes are being planned. Knock on wood.