Play Date

This is Lola: waiting behind my son's house, where Eli the chocolate lab lives.

Lola sits patiently, hoping her best friend  will come out to play.

Planning

If you are a planner, then it's in your blood and there's no way out.

I'm holding my annual family brunch next Sunday (and yes, I do know it's Monday today).

I figure out the menu, then break each task down to an allotted day -- shopping, cleaning, table setting, platters out, a little fluffing up here and there and then I get started.

Naturally everything goes into the planner for the appropriate day and when it's done, of course I tick it off.

This is as far as I can go in the dining room at this minute. Waiting to hear how many are coming.

I use buffet style, so they serve themselves here and move on to the dining room. I print out a menu in case they wonder what they are looking at.

There are a mixture of kill-it-clean-it and eat it carnivores and a sprinkling of  of vegetarians, so I skip nimbly between all the possibilities.

The granola is toasting as I write--and soon I can tick it off as done.

It's March

Okay people, time to get excited. It's March, on the way to summer.



This picture may look like the same old to you, but I see nothing but promise.

The pond and six fish made it through (I'm guessing but we won't burst my bubble).

The raised beds are soon going to be stuffed full of veggies and that round bed in front of the raised ones--well, I see a border of primroses. Can't get primroses out of my dreams, so they're in.



Time to think about getting the seeds started and shaking out last year's geraniums in the bag and potting them.

Here's the center bed. Those skinny sticks are shrubs and since I don't keep notes I can't remember what kind of shrubs. I know they will bloom before long and I will be surprised and delighted with my choice.

I know that March comes with all sorts of weather surprises but we're on our way and I'm a happy camper.