I never tire of watching the spring come - around here, it comes in great bouncing steps and simply washes over everything in, so it seems, just a few short days. Our little garden is full of life, of glossy fresh leaves and tender new flowers creeping out of branches that seemed dead - ah, the promise of bounty.
Our pomegranate tree.
If you look carefully, you can see flowers on the bare branches.
Our grape vine. If not pruned, it creeps all around the front and back yard, onto my clothesline, and over to the neighbors. Luckily, they don't mind, and adopted it as their own. Who wouldn't, when it gives such deliciously sweet grapes?
It's a beautiful day today, with a high blue sky dotted with feathery little clouds, and a warm sun Shira and I took advantage of earlier in the day, when we went out for a walk and for a lovely scamper in the soft fresh grass dotted with tiny yellow and purple flowers. A morning of playing outside left her good and tired, and she seemed more than ready for a nap after lunch. Now she is in her bed, surrendered to the sweetest sleep. In the meantime, I quickly went to get some things done - tidying up, cooking, phone calls, crossing things of my Pesach to-do list.
The house smells delicious. There are eggplants in tomato sauce cooking on the stove - a new, promising recipe I hope to share soon, provided it's a successful one, of course. The wash is hanging on the line - one of the many extra pre-Pesach loads. So many things yet to be done, in preparation for Pesach and for Shabbat, but oh, how sweet is this moment of quiet in the middle of the day.