My eyes itch, but I think I could come around on spring.
Everything keeps growing.
Alice loves to touch flowers. She almost never pulls. I wish I knew how she learned that. This afternoon, she stuck her face in one of the roses. It was the first time I had seen her do it, and she seemed embarrassed and shy that I had noticed. I wish I knew if she really smelled the flower and if she thought it was a nice thing to smell.
I am deliriously excited that there are any cherries.
I don’t even like more than a handful of cherries a season. But, seriously, they look like little miracles.
It’s a lot of apples, isnt’ it? I imagine we should have culled them. Do you know?
I know that our first year here we planted carrot seeds, and that once they sprouted, I was supposed to thin them out by half. But which? I couldn’t decide, and it was a failure.
There also are grapes coming. And blueberries, raspberries, nectarines, lemons and oranges. (They’re still measly whiteish-yellowish things mostly. But we’re checking on them all the time.)