Dogwood days

Grandma Flea and Janette love dogwood, so here's a picture of our willing and lovely front-yard dogwood. DH bought it for me for a birthday present about twelve years ago. It was just about waist high then. Now, it's about fourteen feet high, and still growing.

Hardy green things are such a wonderful gift of love. Every morning when I go get the newspaper, I see this beautiful tree that he selected just for me. It makes my heart hop up and down for joy.










And for the color of it, here's a staunch pansy that wintered over or re-seeded itself or something. I have a planter box full of these bold and daring blooms. Yayyy Pansies!


We are starting to pack up for the trip to the beach for drywalling. I'm taking books and blankies and knitting and warm wool socks, scarves, hats, and a back-up pair of sweat pants in case the bedroom is just too cold to sleep in. (And you can never go wrong with back-up sweat pants at the beach.) For DH, I am also packing some Thermawrap heat pads and a big tube of BenGay. Of course he won't need them. Of course! But they'll be nice to have just in case. We are planning on buying a pan of ready-to-heat lasagna to feed the troops (There will be eleven of us) and since I'm lactose intoleranat and can't eat the cheese, I may just make a run to the fishmongers and pick up some raw oysters. Oh bliss. I have NEVER had too many raw oysters.

I will also pack the laptop and see if I can find a WiFi site. Fingers crossed!