We were having breakfast and relishing the glorious warm morning sunshine, so rare this time of year, and watching the wildlife come and go, when the peonies started waving. I may have even heard singing. That one precious pristine corner of the garden put on quite a show. I hurried over and nearly cried for joy.
I really can't remember lovelier weather in May here in the pacific northwest. Normally, late spring is a mixed bag with an ever-changing sky from dismal and cloudy, to mildly misty with blinding bursts of sunshine often followed by dramatic drenching downpours--leaving any fresh blooms (the peonies in particular), sprawling all over the ground. So this was a pleasant surprise.
My cup runneth over. My heart is dancing. And my dolls are definitely dancing!
