It was shirtsleeves, porch-sitting weather. The front door stayed open, much to the delight of the five dogs. (Cannoli and Otter were here for lunch.)
The Star Magnolia is in full bloom and the Weeping Willow is misted with green. I'm having to restrain myself from moving plants out of the green house as I know, from bitter experience, that we could, and likely will, have a cold snap.
But for now, it's glorious.
