Dilly dally...

 Spring has been toying with us. There is a frost predicted for tonight, but that does not really matter, because there are bluebirds and tree swallows nesting in our bird houses, and the flowers are riotous. 

Rachel arrived today with an armload of loveliness all for me. 

I got right to work arranging them. What a delight. 

Nineteen or so years ago I planted some daffodil and tulip bulbs under the crabapple tree in the front yard. The daffodils are happy there and have spread. This is my view from where I work, so I get to see them nodding and bobbing in the breeze all day during their blooming season. 

Some of my sister Dicy's ashes were scattered in this spot. She had the most amazing, contagious laugh, whenever I was around her my face would hurt from smiling. I like to think of her laughing with flowers now.  

I mentioned in an earlier post that we planted some bulbs in a little rock garden that had been previously covered up with brush. It is coming into its own. I walked out tonight to admire it. There is a bird house right next to this space, with a lovely pair of tree swallows setting up housekeeping in it. I hope they appreciate the view, I know I do. 

Spring has stopped dilly dallying and is busting out in color and song all over. It's a delightful win.