262/365 : The purple buffet
A bee’s job is never done.
If you’re Canadian and of a certain vintage, this will be your earworm for the day.
Our little basil plants are progressing nicely, although it’s still going to be quite some time before we’re eating pesto. One day at a time.
The pear tree we planted last fall is starting to look nice! It’s a shame the flowers don’t smell as good as they look.
Every year in Ottawa, it’s more or less the same thing: somewhere around mid-March, winter starts petering out, and gasps its dying breath somewhere by the beginning of April. In April, the snow melts away, the grass starts turning green, and we all anxiously await warm days (anything over 10°C counts) where we can go …