Early morning sun catches the new-leaved vines, making the tree's branches look furred...
Time to do some planting in the box beds . . .
In goes some Italian parsley . . .
Digging a hole, I disturb a sleeping toad who blinks in the sunlight . . .
Two beds weeded, planted and mulched . . . six to go . . .
And there are collards and kale and broccoli to plant . . .
and butterflies to watch . . .
Blogger wouldn't let me post this last night ...
Mysterious are the ways of Blogger.
