Lightheartedness in Springtime

Aside from things like my having been chewed upon ungraciously by a bunch of skeeters and having very indelicate and unladylike rivers of sweat inundate my poor little eyebulbs, the inside of my glasses lenses, and every single item of clothing upon my personage, an afternoon of gardening like today’s is a very welcome thing. I finally got after some of the weedier segments of the flowerbeds, planted some of my sprouted babies, moved a plant or two, and did some watering, and by golly, the place looks a tad more presentable.

In honor of that, herewith: a little Texiana and a Garden Fairy for your delectation and/or amusement. Tomorrow, perhaps, a batch of garden update photos. Just to prove I did something, don’t’cha know.

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Once Upon a Time in Texas: the Genesis of Big Hair & the Ten Gallon Hat . . .

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12 thoughts on “Lightheartedness in Springtime

  1. Whoa, looking at those two on top is like looking at an Escher illustration. The mind just won’t accept what the eyes are telling them! 😀

  2. Hold on a sec, my eyeballs are still jumping about from that first sketch….
    It is always such a lovely feeling of achievement pulling a few weeds and neatening the garden up. I am looking forward to seeing those pics.
    Have a beautiful day Kathryn.
    🙂 Mandy

    • I’ll bet your pain hasn’t helped with the sweaty effort of walking. Hope that’s improving for you, Teri! Yes, I am still very much with Lindy, who was wondering what God was thinking when inventing mosquitoes . . .

  3. Like today’s artwork, I admire your gardening progress, and I’ve not even seen it yet! A combo of Mac probs & back issues have meant that I’ve done little work outdoors yet. Hope springs eternal for tomorrow, though. If not, well, I’ll have to content myself with reading your status reports and those of Celi, as well as a host of our blogging friends.

    • I’m quite humbled by what I see Celi and Marie and Claire and Bishop and some of our other garden guru friends up to, but I enjoy what amateurish stuff I manage to pull together and the fact that Mother Nature is generally a pretty generous sort despite my many flubs and shortcomings. Sure hope your back starts behaving more kindly, and your Mac too (‘The Adventures of Mac and Back, or How Two Scoundrels Schemed to Steal John’s Happiness and Sanity’). My outdated and brief memories of living in Mt Prospect tell me that the Chicago area climate is something like an inversion of ours here, with the winter being the more drawn-out season rather than summer but all things being more intense in *both* directions than what I knew in the temperate NW. Spring *will* come to you, I’m sure of it. 🙂

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