Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Don't be fooled - there are no blossoms in my yard as yet.

The Russian pruned the apple tree and asked me to haul branches to the curb, which I did using the new bona fide gardening gloves I bought after I confessed to my lack of agricultural medium. Armed with a pair of tight-fitting hand shoes, I approach the back yard with the ignorance of a private in training - watching furtively for the commander to bark out his orders.

Sorry, he never barks - he suggests.



After dutifully hauling for one hour (which came with the added benefit of watching Baberham wield his lopper with massive muscleage) I picked up some twigs and brought them inside, arranging them in a vase by the window. 

There may not be leaves on our trees yet, but there are blossoms in our house.

7 comments:

MarmePurl said...

Ah...look how lovely it bloomed when urged to do so.

TexWisGirl said...

sweet blossom it is!

hand shoes. had to go back and look at that one again. :)

MTWaggin said...

Very pretty and now your new gloves are broken in!

Out on the prairie said...

This always fun to do with any spring bloomer

Diane AZ said...

Wonderful story and blossoms!

Nancy Claeys said...

That's usin' your noggin'. :)

Randy said...

Lovely bloom.