Today we welcomed Spring

This morning you would not have anticipated this afternoon at all.

This morning promised a search for self-entertainment in confined spaces due to impending inclemency...

But it seemed it was not to be

For today we welcomed spring.

Nature spoke in the back yard of Paradise this month.

I have helped entertain 8 households with herbs these past few weeks

The coriander exuberantly bolted upwards, delighting in the sunlight and warmth

Galloping gaily towards bloom.

Echoed by the abundance of the legume hedge.

Youthful exuberance coupled with a basic failure in understanding the principles behind the gentle parental guidance to use two hands to harvest

 

Means it is a mess,

 a mass of vines and flowers and suddenly apparent pods

Our centre of philosophical corn still stands

The pyramid of tomatoes above received a hearty prune

(as did the hedge of romas, cherrys and a curiously striped tiger variation in the corner eco-system)

And we look forward to a million and two green tomato time bombs.

In the last go round of the Garden Share Collective (thank you Lizzie from strayedtable for your inspiration.  My "if I had not a care in the world" daydream this week was the workshop they ran over the weekend) - anyhow, in the last go round of the GSC, one thing that truly struck me was the number of fellow gardeners and bloggers out there who had a completely different relationship with the avialae genus than we

who actually encourage and plant trees

Specifically for their property

Of attracting birds.

You know you are in paradise

When you are sipping coffee

 
on a Sunday afternoon

And have the luxury of feeling acceptance

By birdlife

(who incidentally also display territorial spats and marketing campaigns of suitors-to-be

indicative of Spring-ie 
Potency.

We even squeezed in a trip to the playground and beach

I have just pulled a loaf of bread out of the oven

Finished colouring my hair

And ticked a major list item off

In finally kicking to the kerb the el-cheapo DVD player

That frustrated us greatly with its

None too cute inability of translating the frantic jabbing at grey buttons on a black box

And tendency to tantrum and switch off like a 14 year old with a Manga habit.

How was your Sunday?