We poked around, snipped here and there, - Charles did some serious pruning. I found no bulbs poking through the sodden leaves and black earth, and a couple of inches down there was still a hard core of icy soil that awaits some heavy sunshine before it is pliable and soft in the hand.
Sid came to see us, bearing great long branches of pussy willow, - it was a little like bringing coals to Newcastle as the tree that nestles up against the garden shed finally made known its ancestry......
a gorgeous willow, flinging its pussy-willowed branches high into a blue summery sky
and the clouds, - so soft and promising
Today we were all psyched up to go to see the ophthalmologist, and then discovered our appointment was for next Monday instead, so we have another lovely day to spend in the back yard.
Callie is ecstatic, - she is not allowed in the front yard, not being a street-wise cat!