We’re going on a yard walkabout to check out Spring progress. This raspberry red rhododendron is a favorite, the way it fills the window, but it always makes me want some raspberry ice cream. I don’t know why, but I get these urges to take a giant bite off a raspberry bloom. 
You know you’re getting old when you enjoy sitting and rocking in the early morning sun, and you couldn’t care less if weeds get pulled or things get swept. The blueberry coffee cup is my favorite.
Once, when I was little, before I got my handle, I got stuck way up high. But if one is to get stuck, high is as good a place as low.
The Golden Chain tree is lovely in spring, though it looks rather ratty the rest of the year. Oh, well.
The raspberry bed has been moved to the back of the yard, behind the apple tree.
The piano garden is just getting going. It needs more sun. It needs a lot more sun, poor little guys.
This is just silly. I don’t get this at all.
Portland recycles. Don’t you just love the colorful cans?
We’re having breakfast on the deck. I’m famished after this yard photo post.
The End.
The Coming of the Toads 