A few days ago, I headed out to the garden to do some weeding with the kids. As I left the door and waited for them to follow, I realized that the wisteria arbor above my head was issuing a low huuuuuummmm.
Spring had errupted in my yard. The kids set about to chasing drunken bees.
Over night, the arbors over the patio and at the end of the pool, look as if they are cover by a thick lavendar chenille spread.
My favorite time of the year snuck up on me.