It’s a bit early for the Cherry blossoms, which the Park Service says will begin to open soon. Nevertheless, I replaced my header with a photo my former gardener John took of the Tidal Basin last year. John and his wife moved home last fall. I hope their winter wasn’t too bad but I know it was because they moved to Buffalo, New York.
Meanwhile, my walks around the neighborhood indicate the flowering trees are about to pop. I’m excited to see the blooms on my new Serviceberry tree. It’s only a baby tree so I may not see much this year. But, I can check out other gardens as the Serviceberry is a native plant.
April is garden month in Virginia and the Washington Post ran an article this past week on local gardens to visit. I’ve visited all of them in the past, some of them many times. When I was more able, I worked at one of them as a volunteer, but no more.
Many bulbs are up, with more to come. I hope Troy didn’t tramp all over the Snowdrops this morning when he resumed working on the brick wall out front. He knows I am nutty when it comes to my garden, and he is very careful usually.
Yes, we are in the middle of household repairs again. Troy resumed the brickwork yesterday after a hiatus of two miserable (for him) months when the mortar won’t set up properly.
Yesterday, on my daily walk with my dogs, I spotted a House Wren in a shrub. The other thing we see at this time of year and again in the fall is migrating birds. But the House Wrens will hang around here for the summer. We have Wren houses all over our yard because they are voracious insect eaters and help keep the garden looking nice.
We have completed our taxes and will pay the feds and get money back from the Commonwealth of VA. Fortunately, the outgo will be less than the income. Doesn’t matter because the next home repair will eat up the difference. And so it goes.
Our home is in pretty good repair, but sometimes I can get over-excited about one thing or another. David fixes some things but he can’t do the work he once did. He says he can, but I won’t let him climb up on ladders anymore. I don’t like me on ladders either, but needs must.
I began reading a new history today and am about half way through it…Nights Out in Cosmopolitan London, by Judith Walkowitz, a cultural historian. Wonderful read. I just finished the chapter on ‘Shoppers and Schleppers’ about shopping in Soho. The area was a favorite of the Bauhaus photographers.
Here’s a link if you want to read more about this school of art: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bauhaus