Sunday, May 29, 2011

Around the Yard



"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt." 
Margaret Atwood

Yesterday, I smelled like dirt. After a week of rain, I couldn't resist the pull of sunny skies, and I spent Saturday weeding, transplanting, and screaming at the sight of snakes - 2 live ones and one empty skin. 

This afternoon I went around the yard with my camera, taking photos of the first flowers. How wonderful to be seeing a little color here and there amongst all the green. And although the photo doesn't show it, there was a lovely bee buzzing in the lavender.  With the collapse of bee colonies, seeing a bee is a very good thing. 

Linking to Mosaic Monday.

19 comments:

  1. Thanks (again) for the great photos!
    Best wishes,
    Markus

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  2. Aren't the first flowers so pretty?
    I was just saying to The Great Dane this afternoon that I am worried about our fruit trees. We've seen few bees this year, and that doesn't bode well for the fall crop.

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  3. Lovely mosaic! I always look forward to seeing the bees :-) Happy Memorial Day!

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  4. Yes, the smell of dirt (soil) is so delicious after the long winter. After weeding I am wearing a lot of it. Wonderful mosaic. V

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  5. It's very pretty around your yard! Such pretty blooms :)

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  6. The smell of dirt.....Ahhhhh, it's the promise of spring. Always good to meet a fellow gardener. Your flowers are beautiful! Thanks for stopping by my blog! Untill later...

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  7. Hi Lorrie,
    Like you I love to get my hands dirty outside in the garden, playing in the potager and flowers beds.
    Glad to say no snakes here in Normandy, thank heavens!
    Have a great week.

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  8. Wasn't it great to get a little sunshine...and get into the dirt?

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  9. Wonderful garden and beautiful blooms. Digging in the dirt is important to my mental health!!! There was a program on bees on NPR Sunday. Happy Monday!

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  10. How beautiful!!! My favorite flower is daisies!!! Have a wonderful day!!!

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  11. Your flowers are gorgeous! So far today, keeping fingers crossed, it is sunny! YAY! We so need a few days of sunshine to dry up all the standing water around here. Have a great day!

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  12. Love the Margaret Atwood quote . . . I discovered it a while back and think of it every time my hands are covered with soil from gardening. Lovely mosaic, Lorrie.

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  13. Springtime is looking lovely around your yard...love those daisies!

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  14. Spring is such a beautiful time. Great photos.

    You mentioned wanting a bookmark, and I'd LOVE to send you one, but I need your new mailing address (My email is in my profile).

    Enjoy your day!

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  15. Very pretty and I'm sure fragrant with the lavender! ♥

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  16. Lorrie - I love that quote and the beautiful mosaic you created. the first flowers are so special - especially if they just pop up and smile at you of their own accord. Hope the summer that lies ahead will be filled with special days and happy family visits.

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  17. Now that's a euphemistic way to describe how a gardener smells. :D Glad to know that things are picking up out there.

    On a completely different note, I so wanted to make the strawberry dessert for the holiday, but it turned off so hot and muggy that I couldn't bear the thought of firing up the oven. Now I've eaten the berries and need to round up more provender. Tomorrow, only in the low 60s, looks like a wonderful day for baking.

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  18. Oh I love that quote! Thanks for sharing your beautiful photos with us.

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