Spring, finally.

The gentleman who lived in our house for the 35+ years before we purchased it from him was an avid gardener, and we spent the first few springs we were here trying to figure out which was a weed and which was a flower. Kit and I are both savvy enough that the bulb flowers never gave us any trouble, and we're also both rather laissez-faire when it comes to gardening, so we now have a proliferation of daffodils and crocuses (and now tulips, because they're my favorite and my husband loves me so he planted a bunch just for me last year, since we only had one lonely on over in the side yard).

I love these plants, because when I see their shoots emerging from the semi-frozen ground, I know that Spring is considering gracing us with her presence. When the crocuses bloom I can almost smell the change in seasons approaching, even though the weather continues to fluctuate between almost balmy and frigid. But sometime between the last of the crocuses and the explosion of daffodils in our yard, our quince flowers, and that is when I know that Spring really means it and is here to stay.





Pictures taken with my new macro lens -- thanks, Dad!

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Remember I had an interview last week and I thought it went well? Apparently they thought so, too, because I've been asked to come in for a follow-up with a couple of other people. That appointment is tomorrow, which means it is highly unlikely that I will get all of the pics from the rest of the SF trip edited, uploaded, and blogged about tomorrow. So you'll probably have to wait until Friday for that. Teaser: I have a picture of the world's most awesome gift shop. You know you want to see it.

posted by Laura Y. @ 6:15 PM