My yard in April
Today is going to be a photo blog. This is my yard in April. Yeah - underwhelming I know. Yet, my point is both to take note of the positives, the little wonders, some of my favorite spots, and to remember. It will make June all that much more luscious. Notice the thermometer reading 45F on our Sugar Maple (where maple sugar comes from) next to the ubiquitous stone wall.
You can just make out my reflection in the raindrop on the emerging columbine leaves.
The only flower in the yard.
I love the colors of my house. My house was white, just white, for 26 years. When I had it painted for the first time a few years ago, I picked the color of the door from the stem of an eggplant leaf in the garden. I wanted the gray to be like the sky, or fog, ever changing, not quite describable. It turned out perfectly. Today is a steel gray overcast day, which is reflected in the color.
The bridge over our little stream.
The view up my driveway and my neighbor's barn.