Spring is here.

At the beginning of warm weather I can't wait to go outside and get my hands in the soil.  There is something precious about greeting my yard and garden as it awakens from a long winter's nap.  I look at each bud, each new leaf, and mark its progress each day.

Two summers ago, I ripped out all the old landscaping.  Our house is 40 years old and the foliage was original.  Lots of those boxy looking green bushes.  So sexy.

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