It got very springy outside this week.
Daffodils!
Apricot blossoms!
So I brought some of the spring inside for the table.
Old and new.
It felt very symbolic to throw the old arrangement of dried weeds in the fire.
Of course, the next morning, I woke up to this:
The crocuses and daffodils are under there somewhere.
But I still had this on the table:
A promise of brighter days to come.
I did quite a lot of cleaning this week when I was home by myself.
Pantry after cleaning.
Yucko oven before cleaning.
And better oven after.
And I did some more gardening.
More tomatoes, peppers, and basil started indoors.
I also planted some snow peas outside, which are now patiently awaiting warmth under their blanket of snow.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
