'Til Their Clean And Sparkly

I've been busy doing a little spring cleaning.

A sink full of  warm sudsy water, and anything within reach gets a turn.

By the time I get through washing everything, it will be time to start all over again.

Oh, dear.

🏠

 

 

 

Spring Cleaning

The First Sergeant has spent the last few days, mowing, trimming, pruning, and fixing.
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 porch ferns. and planting Geraniums.

I've still got lots of empty pots to fill, and birdhouses to tend......

 

 

The Perennials are flowering.

We had a  late hard frost last week, I'm keeping my fingers crossed they were not harmed.
 

 

And once again we are being serenaded by the amorous calls of Igor the frog.

Summoning any eligible female within earshot to venture his way.

 

Cold, wet leaves
Floating on moss-colored water
And the croaking of frogs-
Cracked bell-notes in the twilight. 

 

 

~ The Pond, Amy Lowell

 

'Til They're Clean And Sparkly

The weather has warmed, reaching a balmy 71 degrees today.

The windows were flung open, and for the first time in months it felt like Winter was now just a distant memory.

 

I accomplished a little Spring cleaning this afternoon, it's amazing how much dust accumulates when fireplaces are lit, and doors shut tight.

 

  

 

 

Spring Cleaning

The First Sergeant has spent the last few days, mowing, trimming, pruning, and  fixing.
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 porch ferns. and planting Geraniums.

I've still got lots of empty pots to fill, and birdhouses to tend......

The Perennials are flowering.

We had a hard frost last night, I'm keeping my fingers crossed they were not harmed.

"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