Between the front door and the mailbox, here's what I found to be grateful for this morning:
|Four-o'clocks, still "awake" at 8 a.m.|
|A bumper crop of basil, enough for pesto once a week!|
|Desert four-o'clocks, a little drowsy at 8 a.m.|
|Morning-glory* covered mailbox|
*NOT to be confused with field bindweed, sometimes referred to as "morning glory." Lyrics to field-bindweed-hating song available upon request.
|Bumper crop of elderberries, to become jam within the next 48 hours.|
Coming attractions: sedum blooming in the next couple of weeks. It likes to prolong the anticipation.