A good day. . .

There is nothing quite like the peace one feels having spent several hours outside in the company of lilacs phasing out, lily of the valley phasing in and an old dog. Such is life.

I worked on some more edging and was happy to see that after a little churning of the old mulch, I won't need to replace nearly as much as I thought. Very tenderly, I pruned dead branches out of the old fashioned rose bush that came from the farm. Bob's mother called it "seven sisters." I rescued a few lambs ear plants that had spread out into the grass. The loose sod that comes from edging works good for filling in bare spots here and there. The yard is vast and there's a lot to do but it is one of the pastimes I enjoy the most.

I would say this has been a good day. There is always, always something to be thankful for.