Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Monday, April 12, 2010
The First Sergeant spent the entire weekend, mowing, trimming, pruning, fixing, and even a little painting. Putting the place 'to rights' after a long Winter's nap takes quite an effort, and will be ongoing for several weekends to come.
My effort consisted of hanging the Summer porch wreath, and ferns. I've still got lots of empty pots to fill, and birdhouses to tend......
"Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke: Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke