|One of my favorite hellebores growing in a nearby garden.|
I've just rolled the trash toter up the hill to the road for it's pickup later this morning. Though it's not her chore, Myladlove, who finds it near impossible to waste a moment when she knows there are tasks to do, had already carted the recyclable box up while I fixing our breakfast. It's still dark out, thanks to last weekend's switch to daylight savings time, and Moon-the-Dog's white coat glowed like foxfire on an old log as she sat in the middle of the driveway, patiently watching my progress. One practical blessing about a mostly white dog is that you're less likely to trip over them at night.
There were clouds in the sky, though it wasn't as fully overcast as I'd expected, given the prediction of rain throughout today. A neat half-slice of moon, like a pale section of citron, rode high overhead and here and there a star winked above the sycamores. Birds, just awakening and still on the sleepy side, twittered and tried snatch of song.
If the rain doesn't materialize, or isn't too heavy, I'm going out for a photo ramble within the hour. The soft light will be great for close-up images. I want to check a patch of woods just up the road for early wildflowers, and then drive another half mile to a woodland garden to make a few shots of the hellebores and daffodils which carpet the steep hills. My own daffodils are popping out everywhere around the yard. Plus I'm thinking of planting hellebores on the shady slope below the road.