Garden Therapy

Little Cuter was jealous that my roses are blooming.

  She thought you'd like to see photos. 

 Because I am an obliging sort, and because today was like yesterday, and because I cannot write about politics since that would involve watching He Who Makes My Blood Pressure Rise, and because there's no need to excuse sharing beauty, here they are. 

 These white ones are budding out profusely.

 Up close and personal, these, 

  on the same bush.

But there's more than just roses. The sweet acacia,

 a volunteer pooped out by an obliging animal,

 is covered with delightful yellow balls which fall 

and land everywhere, spreading concentrated doses of pollen far and wide.,

even invading my tiny vegetable garden.

The onion is continuing to sprout happily, joined by the radishes popping up beside them.  In the next few days I should see the carrot tops popping through.  Brother sent me a delightfully decorated envelope containing lettuce seeds which, even though they are a cold weather plant, will be put in a pot, just because.  

If you can't get out into the world, I hope this trip through my garden provides some measure of comfort.  I stayed in my nightgown until 4 o'clock, when I ordered Chinese food to be delivered for dinner.  TBG said You look great, comfortable, happy... don't worry about it.... but I did.  It took going outside and smelling the fresh air and examining the plants up close to shake me out of my why bother funk.    

The garden reminds me why.