Gardening here isn’t an option any more, because of the nasty neighbors, so I sneak around just to get the mowing done, and sneak back upstairs. Not my ideal state. But anyway, the honeysuckle vines were extremely fragrant, and I caught a glimpse of my flowers blooming.
Ironically, I got my gardening fix at our friend Rex’s, whose garden was in need of major weeding. We had a productive afternoon of landscape maintenance, which was actually more like mental health therapy. The scotch and pizza didn’t hurt, either. More flower photos to come…