Glacial Erratics

I don't know what I would be doing with myself if it weren't spring and the flowers weren't blooming in the yard.

If the weather holds there will be a rolling burst of color across the yard as the various trees wake up, see it's Spring, and get to thinking about fornication.

First these pink things, later some white and red.

Without the flowers my entire day would be spent fretting about the war and the way it brings out the idiot in people.

Now there are at least a few moments with these flowers.