With every little bitty part of me.
Especially flowers that are in my own garden and are still alive despite my complete lack of attention and 100 degree weather. Those are by far my favorite.
Making Small Town Look Good.
As I was leaning against the porch railing, taking pictures of the rain pouring off of the roof, Jeremy came out to talk to me:
“I just read that we have a winter storm warning until five o’clock: thunder, lightening, and penny-sized hail. Take cover.”
…Five seconds later…
“You do realize this is all your fault, right?”
Yes, dear. I understand. It’s completely my fault. If I could go back in time and keep myself from planting those flowers, I would. However, today it’s sunny and I’m just going to pretend the last few days never happened.
But don’t worry, I won’t be buying any more flowers for a couple of weeks.
Ever year, I buy flowers and soil and ground cover and then- without fail- as soon as I get them in the ground, it snows. EVERY freakin’ time.
I’m afraid to plant these. It’s supposed to cool off next week. I’m convinced that if I put these in the ground, that cool spell will turn into a cold spell and it will snow. Then the Husband will refuse to make me a fire in the woodstove because it’s only one day of snow. Then I will be cold. I really, really, really hate being cold.
They look nice in their little plastic Home Depot buckets, don’t they? Yes. I think they do.
For once, I had a plan for today. I was going to shoot all the ladybugs I kept seeing everywhere all morning. I even pulled out my tripod for some steady macro shots. I got some great ones that my camera managed to eat between my backyard and my laptop. How did that happen?
So, it was back out again sans the tripod (too much work twice in one day) to try again. The problem with nature is it’s never quite where you left it when you return. So of course, all I could find on my second foray was this sad spotless guy being blown out by the blaring sun. (I’m assuming it was a guy because no self-respecting Ladybird would venture into the wilds without all her spots on.)
If I had thought to bring a diffuser of some sort, I could have dealt with the blaring sun but I didn’t plan well on my second trip into the wilds of my backyard.*Sigh* It was too much to ask for the ladybugs to place themselves in a shady corner of my yard both times. Oh well. I did manage to find some of the tiniest flowers in that corner.
Aren’t they adorable? They are each about the size of a pencil tip. They aren’t quite ladybugs, but they’ll do.
Spring is a beautiful thing. Although, I’m not sure I can call this Spring. I’m still huddling under a blanket and wearing five layers of clothing all day long, but hey- the Redbuds are blooming and there are wildflowers every where you look.
It hasn’t snowed in at least three weeks, so I guess that qualifies for Spring. Now if we can just inch our way out of the 60’s during the day, I’ll be truly happy with the season. Probably. There is still the matter of the random May snowstorm we get every year. It’s like Mother Nature has to throw in that last “screw you” before she finally surrenders and gives me what I want.
What do I want? HEAT. Blissful, radiating heat. I want to bask in all it’s blistering glory and complain about endless sunburns. Yep. That’s heaven to me. Until then I can deal with this Spring teaser.
It is pretty.