a moment that feels stolen

I’m sitting on my front porch basking in the sun looking at weeds that need to be pulled and pretty little starts waiting to be planted. All the while, I’m enjoying a glass of wine feeling decadent that I’m NOT working.

garden starts

Coe is an evil sneak and is the master of the cold nose to the back of the elbow. She swoops in now and then to remind me she’s there. Always the good sport.   (This isn’t really Coe, but an incredible likeness and too funny to not share)

sexy Coe

New kitty Ginger is lurking in the garden. I’m pretty sure she thinks she getting away with something. Actually, I’m pretty sure we all feel that way.

Garden Ginger

I just got some pretty rhubarb at the farmer’s market today since mine is still pretty scrawny. I’ve been googling recipes and may have settled on one… or two…

I’m putting this evening into the win column.

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