the pond in our patio;
the tip, none the worse for wear, of the little arbor vitae I planted in the fall;
the lavender bushes–seemingly alive–by the stone wall;
the patch of lemon thyme–smelling of lemon–by the back door;
wild chamomile sprouts between the slate slabs;
shallow ponds of muddy, sky-reflecting water all over the lawn;
a thick carpet of sunflower seed hulls and rabbit poop all around the bird feeder;
another stratum of winter dog poop.
And, with much rejoicing, my red-crested, black-and-white Barred Rock hen, who, having ventured outdoors for the first time since December yesterday, survived the night by herself under the chicken house and lived to lay another egg.
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How can you tell the lavender is alive? I uncovered mine yesterday and…hard to say – it's a mass of basic brown.
Not sure what dead lavender looks like. Mine looks like it has in prior springs–pretty ratty, with dull gray-green foliage. The new foliage doesn't come in until quite a bit later, as I recall.
I loved Friday.