The rain didn't leave with the end of the weekend, instead it stuck around and sprinkled on us all day.
James did not understand why I didn't want to go out. It was cold and yucky and gray. But he's an outside boy, so I pressed his little feet into his rain boots, put on his coat and a cap, grabbed my camera and outside we went.
Is there anything more "boy" than stirring your hand in rain water that's collected in the dirty wheel barrow? Nope.
All the rain has giving a lovely little boost to our already green garden. The maple trees are just dropping their blossoms and the leaves are gently uncurling.
I love my garden and spend hours a day working in it and enjoying it. Its soil, its new growth, its weeds. Love it all.
Last year on Mother's Day I got this Kwanzan cherry tree. I call these trees cotton candy trees. As it matures the amount of pink blooms it will put out will be unreal. (Have you ever seen these trees? Check this out.) And the drip? Remember the drip? James never forgot. Every time we went outside he'd check the side of the garage for the drip. Today he was thrilled to see it back.
Glorious glorious drip.
So many little flowers ready to bloom.
This was my second post this evening. Scroll down to see my Mother's Day post. :)
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