Mom and Dad brought us this beautiful bouquet of daffodils for Easter. They were all picked fresh from my childhood home in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.
Michael and I did get out to the garden this afternoon, but I feel too tired to write much about it right now. I'm not sure if the tiredness comes from the gardening or from eating too many Easter dinner leftovers. Ham sandwiches... scalloped potatoes... cheesecake... chocolate. And more chocolate.
With all the gardening work to do though, I'm sure I can work it off. So just one more peanut butter egg, eh? Can't hurt!