This week the winds of March have not only arrived but settled in nicely. DANG IT! Why can't they get the month right? I go out for a run and come back in covered in dirt. A squirrel tried to bury nuts in me.
Ew. That sounded awful, didn't it?
Don't answer that.
Earlier in the week, Evil Twin handed me some wings and was trying to teach me to fly. She told me I was a kite.
I couldn't quite get the hang of running and flapping and I kept kissing the ground causing Evil Twin to break out in uncontrollable spurts of laughter. Sheesh! It wasn't THAT funny.
To distract her, I let her play with the garden tools in the shed while I got some yard work done.
If it's April, it must be time for bluebonnets. South Texas wins again this year for bluebonnet beauty but D/FW is starting to show some color. Personally, I think our seeds blew down south last fall, or maybe it was the migrating gnomes that pooped them out on their way to Mexico.
I'm happy I have a few a diva that somehow managed to survive over the winter. I found this little guy trying to nap (or hide from Cat) in my pretty blue Lupinis texensis (click to enlarge and get the full benefit of Reffie aiming the camera).
Then I walked out to my shade bed in the back where I'm trying some new ground cover and look what I found:
OK. I'm impressed. Not only is it alive, it bloomed.
Best of all, it's baseball season! That's right. Another season of Hubby cursing at the TV when our local team pitches batting practice for the other team during the game.
I think the Texas Rangers are currently in last place.
Have a bloomin' good weekend!