Spring ran through our yard, panting like Charlie after we’ve played ball with him, and before I had a chance to lie in the hammock or sit in the swing, Summer barreled right in. The azaleas, the spirea, the dog woods, the pear trees, assorted wild flowers, and a variety of weeds are blooming and I love looking at them—even most of the weeds are pretty. Petunias are popping up everywhere, thanks to the birds, but I like petunias and birds. I have so many orange canna lilies coming up that I’ll have to thin them, and I do hate to throw away a good flower. Maybe some one will stop by and want some. I love all the signs of spring, but the temperatures are screaming, “SUMMER!” Last week our thermometer climbed very close to 90 degrees for several days. Next week promises more of the same. And so the perpetual southern summer begins.
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