UD is madly running about preparing the house for guests – she’s having a welcome to spring afternoon tea.
Here’s one of the teas she’s serving – a recent find at Plow & Hearth, where she also bought a new red deck umbrella, a new wreath for her newly painted front door, a new bird bath, and many other things to coincide with Les Soltans having finally gotten a serious contractor in to fix up Ferdinand House (Munro Leaf, author of Ferdinand, lived and died in UD’s house). Gord, said contractor, is in UD’s driveway right now, loading our large trash stuff into his truck, where Walter the yellow lab waits for him in the passenger seat.
We seem to have scored a spectacular spring day for our gathering (though it might rain later this afternoon). From where I’m sitting, the rhododendron’s scarlet is beginning to push through its big upright yellow buds. I can hear, from my back woods, the loud weird song of the thrush. I’ll hear it day and night, ceaselessly, all spring and summer.
This post is just nattering in place of the something more substantive I don’t have time for yet today. Later.