It’s a soft day here in Oregon, and the clouds have spent the day slowly descending from just above the trees to now, almost to the ground. The trees on the far canyon wall are grayed as though in the far distance. I have spent many hours outside over the past month, grubbing out blackberry bushes and lots of the rocks carefully and partially buried by the previous owner to line both sides of the circular driveway all the way around the house. Wherever drive and lawn meet there used to be fringe where grass and other green stuff grew between the rocks. Now I’m planting bulbs, albeit a bit late, in all those holes the rocks left
Meanwhile I will be able to mow across the edges once the spring bulbs go by.