Blueberry flowers always remind me of the ruffly petticoats and jumpsuits of early childhood.

As usual, the August Pride has the earliest peach flowers. (It did not get the second round of copper spray yesterday with the others since it is no longer dormant.)

I took a box of lemons to church labeled “Meyers: Take one.”

After texting and getting delighted responses I delivered some to my neighbors to either side. There is nothing like pulling one off a tree and inhaling that immediate rich perfume in the air.

Eagerly waiting for more things to wake up out there.