Saturday, April 19, 2014
A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
At this time of year, clear blue mornings appear a degree or two warmer than those that preceded them, forgotten as they are after three-day stretches of wet grey weather.
Yesterday opened with a light blue sky. Below it, a pink tunnel of cherry blossoms, the neighbour's towering rhododendron (also pink) and a reddening quince.
Last week I cut back a wild geranium that was flooding onto the lawn, the area before it now a dark brown patch.
Not sure what to do with this patch, whether to patch it with sod from another part of the yard or leave it, see what happens.