Thumbelina Dance. Thumbelina Sing.

Two, count 'em, two sunny springlike days here in the state of Virginia.  Sunday we worked an unknown amount of hours in the garden.  The front beds are ready for their spring mulch and I'm ready for 2 more Advil.  Today, I planted the pansies, violas and some seeds of lettuce, arugula and radishes.

 I should have been clearing  out attic space for the insurance adjuster to walk around, but it's hard to stay inside when the sun is shining. Luckily she was our kind of woman.  She kept exclaiming over the forsythia, the pussy willow, how clean the front beds were.  And how cute the house was.

Apparently there will be no problem with my claim.  With all the devastation in Japan, I felt somewhat silly complaining about wind and water damage. But I'm trying to keep calm and carry on. And it was the next right thing to do.

There are only a few flowers carrying on in the garden.  One hellebore is finally in flower, a lonely snowdrop has pushed up in a bed after being buried alive for 5 years after we took a tree down and of course the violas were ready for their closeup 5 minutes after being planted.

 I was not ready for any kind of photo op.  Today's  work ensemble consisted of the thermal shirt I slept in, an old pair of  GG's rugby sweats and gold ballet flats???  And yet in the garden I am more of myself  then when I am groomed and perfumed  and off for a night on the town.

Peace.  Find it when and where you can.

I understand there is a Bloom Day party somewhere in the world on the 15th.  If I can find it I'm taking my  pansies and going to visit.  Will you be there?  I promise to clean up a little.