There is something to be said about the feel of earth between your fingers.. the satisfaction of seeing a perfectly dug hole, a struggle against the desert pavement we call dirt. Getting close to mother earth and whatever deity you call God as the smell of fresh flowers, float across your senses..
No! I am not talking about standing in a cemetery.. (you people are sick!)


F#c#  you...  Not time yet!



It is starting to smell and taste like Spring.. The weather is getting warmer, the sun is stronger, the days just a little longer..

Lowe's was kind enough to mark down all their baby roses.. and other Valentine potted flowers..
So June scooped them up and now every empty flower pot around the place is full... It is so nice to see color again!

Trust me there is more.. all around both houses!

When Marti was here she bought a tree.. She wanted a 'Dad Tree' (A bit premature to call it a memorial tree..)   So they went out and bought a almond tree and a pomegranate tree.. 

I love this time of year... getting ready for all that is Spring and Summer... And I love living in the Desert when this time of years arrives that much earlier!