A golden hour doesn’t last very long, just like golden opportunity doesn’t come by very often.
It’s a beautiful morning in my neighborhood.
I’ve been working on preparing my garden for early spring planting. I have to say that I’m in a better shape this time, less aches and pains. There are still lots to do, the red bridge needs a new coat of paint, and it’s time to reseal the deck also.
Lee’s old bird bath didn’t stand the chance of the cold winter and was leaking real bad. I finally had to get a new one. The birds were drinking from the fish pond and I was afraid that they might fall into it. This one is more sturdy, and blends in with the garden well.