Hot Summer in Atlanta, the sun has come to rest as a volunteer by the birdfeeder. At first the bees feed and pollinate, then the finches and squirrels will feast.
We prize our Dogwood trees. When their white and pink blossoms burst open at the same time the azaleas bloom, Atlanta is a blanket of flowers - we drive around and look at certain people's yards like you would Christmas lights. Here, spring is still very quiet - the first bright yellows of daffodils and forsythia have come and gone, we're waiting for the explosion of whites and pinks and purples just off our front deck.
