We got some rain yesterday -- much needed. Lettuces are coming up in the garden. Today, I'll plant seedlings, as more rain is predicted later.
The air smells of clean multiflora rose, which is blooming in our pastures. When the wild rose blooms, so does the wild brambleberry, promising new wine.
The irises are fading; peonies in glory; daylilies budding out. It all happens so quickly.
Meanwhile, I ponder the familiar phrases uttered by those who don't really have an insight into the meaning of:
"Setting duck" (sitting duck)
Don't put all your eggs into one basket.
Make hay while the sun shines.