One of the triumphs of the new garden (some days I think that what I mean by that is something that neither the squirrels nor the possums have eaten) is a couple of redbud trees: this is the time of year when one can truly see why they were given that name. In fact, the buds have popped into pinkness, by now ... At least they're not going to get assassinated by frost. I have a very wary eye on next week's weather forecast, since I'm expecting to be driving to NM, and there's a lot of snow scheduled to fall around Flagstaff. I have alternative plans, if so, to go south - although I hate driving down the boring 10 with a fairly fervent passion.
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