“I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.” ~ Ruth Stout
Saturday was a picture perfect early spring day, which brought out all kinds of visitors to the garden: dogs,
snails (by the thousands),
and Rocky! Our resident snake is back and apparently well fed.
And if the geese hadn’t found such a buffet in the wet field next door, they would probably have been in the garden as well.
We could have used the extra helpers. Twenty beautiful antique roses were gifted to us (thank you, Marguerite!); lifted from their home in Napa and delivered in a packed SUV by Maria. Since they were quite literally “bare root,” they needed to be planted right away. We sorted them by size and color, dialing up Anna’s mom, Lynn – a rosarian, for reference.
Somehow, Maria, Anna and I got all twenty planted in one afternoon. Somehow, we found space for them! In between there were “going home” pictures to grab. From across the garden I hear the holler: “photo needed!” It is an interruption that I am always happy to accommodate. Happily, there were quite a few:
Three of our hunting dogs, including Drake who found himself a family of boys,
and Bailey and Bandit, who found themselves a home together with a couple of girls.
But the best picture of all was a simple snapshot taken a few days earlier, capturing the smiling faces of Riley and his new mom.