We hit seventy five miles today after a short walk in the rain this afternoon. Willow leaves, forsythia, greening grass, rosy spirea, fragrant wild onions everywhere, and mud. Everywhere mud. In fact, Paddy likes it so much, he spent the night sleeping under the shed in mud and tracked it inside, not only on his feet, but also on his belly.
Six pots of pansies
Lilies and lupine are up, but the azaleas are a mess. The deer have eaten all blossoms on the top and winter damage has ruined the lowered branches.
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