Little Cuter and I had a satisfying phone rant about Donald Trump and the media.
I planned to share those thoughts...
and then I went outside.
There was no sense arguing with Mother Nature... or anyone else, for that matter.
This was much better.
These damianita look like pointy, woody weeds for most of the year.
Every time I try to take them out they bloom into a mass of neon yellow right by my front gate,
with volunteers - the blue bells and a yucca in the circles - which took up residence this winter.
But there are some pink
and orange ones, too,
I'll type more about politics and other serious stuff next week.
For now, I'm keeping my apron at the ready.
There is much more planting to be done.