All the tulips and jonquils are blooming, and holding on quite well in these moderate temperatures. I have chosen not to photograph them this year, as you and I have done that dance in years before. But they are lovely, I promise.
This year, it's all about trails, and the beach farm's new promise. And some new expeditions through unknown locales. And, a very big if, should I figure out a way to convince our neighborhood cabal of cats from distributing their fecal fecundity in my poor plot, you will find those answers here too this season.
I've got one idea, of which I dislike, but it may just work.