Picnic Season is Here

Kind of chilly picnics, but still.....
The first one was Birch Bay for my birthday. The next was Mother's Day, at Zuanich Park.

A lovely afternoon in the garden.....

There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling.
~Mirabel Osler

by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Exploring Tulips

Ava liked her first tulip field experience--lots of colors and plenty of room to run.