barely keeping up

I’ve been puttering out in the yard non-stop. Certainly more than is wise for my 61 year old body. But I can’t stop–perhaps it’s having been gone for a year. It feels good. But it also means I am not spending much time with my camera. I am sure you will forgive me this indulgence. Spring only last a few weeks, and once the bugs and humidity arrive, I much prefer the deck anyway.

dried pink tulip flower petals