I’ve been back in Houston for nearly three weeks and can count the days I’ve seen the sun on one hand. Okay, I can’t swear to that, but it has been as dark and dreary as London around here. And, thanks to last month’s ice storm, my garden is a disaster.

Last week a water lily bloomed, as if to say: Please come out, it’s not as bad as it looks. So with this afternoon’s sunshine, I finally ventured out to make a full inspection. The bougainvillea vines still have sap, foxtail ferns are sprouting up and a potted citrus tree even has buds. Against the odds, the pink jasmine survived although whether or not it blooms this year is open to question. A few things have no doubt been lost, but while the garden needs a lot of work, it’s not nearly bad as I had feared.

All the cardinals and mockingbirds singing are right: spring is here. And as I’m writing this, I’m scratching a mosquito bite. Damn. I’d hoped for some reprieve on that front.

Andy enjoying the sunshine & lizard

1 Comment

  1. Robbie on February 25, 2018 at 5:11 pm

    Oh Anne!! What a description! And by gosh the beauty is pushing through as the menace to society thrives. Ugh. Your Love and Care for the home will cause it to flourish by Easter.

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