All that bright light!

The sun returned yesterday and remains with us today. Can't help squinting a lot. We've got so accustomed to rain, downpour, drizzle and fog that we've turned into moles. Even the dogs! Last evening we sat on the porch, soaking up the sunshine.



The garden is happy. I've got 4 roses in bloom now. Two white rugosas, Blanche Double de Coubert and the simple white rugosa. And two Scotch roses, Stanwell Perpetual and the Double Blush Burnet pictured below.



I'm also thrilled at finding ladyslippers at the edge of our woods. This one in the picture is near the house, and there's another across the road. They are considered rare--even endangered, as woodlands vanish.



For anyone wondering how the girls are getting along together, I submit these kissy-kissy pictures as proof that all is well.





I was hoping Ruth would kiss my husband's foot, but she didn't. She prefers faces, and who can blame her??

I'm off to lay a strawberry bed, before heading to the city where I have various meetings. (I'd rather stay home and play in the dirt...)

I'm up to Vol. iii of the diary. Each volume is very, very thick and the print rather small. So I consider this swift progress!