>Today was gardening day. While I only have one flat of flowers planted so far, my guys and I did a lot of shoveling of dirt today. There is something invigorating about the smell of dirt and worms on a cool, sunny Spring day.
Here are some pictures from the garden:
It’s going to take more than one flat to cover this hill side, newly without ground cover because the landscapers cleared the wrong area. That’s okay, though, it allows for adding some color on the wooded slope. Complements the sign too!
I found this delicate little wildflower in the woods as I was planting the begonias.
Right now, standing on my porch or walking down the driveway, is a sensory delight, with the honeysuckle in bloom. Some call this a weed. While it is invasive — it’s even banned in Illinois — I like it a lot. Lonicera maackii:
Speaking of gardening and gardens, I was in Chicago last week and had the opportunity to walk through Millennium Park. Lurie Gardens is beautiful.
As we approached Jaume Plensa’s Crowne Fountain, I thought maybe they had changed it. I liked the changing mural of flowers on the glass wall, but was a little disappointed that it wasn’t what I expected.
From Carl Sandburg’s poem Chicago:
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
Since I was with friends on their first trip to the US, we did the tourist-y thing and went to the top of the John Hancock building. I haven’t done that since sometime in the 1970’s. We also walked on the beach for awhile. Although they live on the Indian Ocean, my friends were amazed by Lake Michigan.
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
One last view of the City of Broad Shoulders.