Spring Break Week

All the flowers are thanks to Steve, as mostly everyone knows. I love all of them, but the pansy always makes me think of my Grandma Greeta (my mom's mom). She loved pansies, and I remember her pointing out their little "faces" to me and commenting on their beauty.



The weeping cherry has gotten as tall as the house now. Remember when we planted that? Eden especially had some say in it, as I remember. We dread the day when the blossoms will be replaced by leaves, but that is how God made it. I keep thinking there is some Godly metaphor in the short-lived, but exuberant life of tree blossoms. Can anyone help me out here?




I made it to the cherry blossoms at the Tidal Basin three times this year. This particular evening was cold and windy, but beautiful and crowded as always. Appreciation of their beauty is certainly universal!



A one-guest spring supper in an empty-nest household. . .




Morning light on the tulips. . .


The first strawberry-rhubarb pie of the spring (have had two since then). Fresh rhubarb is hard to find even during its season.