I am Always Grateful to the People who Lived Here Before Me

My neighbor and her baby came over this evening and she said, “I want my yard to look like yours.” Now, I’d love to take credit for all the cool stuff in our yard, but I’ll tell you, the most nifty stuff was here when we got here. Mostly, I feel like I’m just trying to make the circumstances in the yard as pleasant as possible for the stuff that’s here.

My first iris of the year is open, and I don’t think it’s one that opened last year. It’s a beautiful dark purple. And the lilacs are amazing! I’m really hoping the bluebells spread as they claim they will. And the chamomile is starting to fully bloom, as is the thyme. I’m hoping the rosemary may, too.

And the baby grabbed my finger with her whole little fat hand clenched around it, and she tried to eat it, but of course, her whole hand was around my finger, so she ended up just gumming herself.

I must say, living next door to a baby is the best of both worlds. I get to regularly play with a baby and the baby goes home!