A Tiny Tenant of That Old House

Spring.
I love how life just pops all around us.


Flowers, shrubs, trees, even the littlest of the little critters spring to life in Spring!

One of the elusive tenants of the swinging singles apartment complex that we
think of as our stone wall was captured -- with a camera -- through our sunroom window.

Can you see the little fella? Here, a closer look:

Isn't he darling?

These little scamps live in and behind the stacked stone walls that criss-cross our yard, and they scamper
all over our borders, much to my amusement and dog Dion's frustration.
He can see them out of the windows, but they pay him no nevermind at all.

Can you see the name chiseled into the stone where Mr. Chipmunk is sitting?
(You might have to enlarge the picture; click on it once, or twice.)
"Robert Tuttle," it says; he grew up in That Old House, back around the turn of the century. The last century.
I wonder if his Mom was annoyed that he carved his name in the wall? I hope not.

I hope you enjoyed my Show and Tell for Friday!
Visit Cindy at My Romantic Home for more showing-and-telling.

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But wait! There's more!

It's Fertilizer Friday at Tootsie Time,
and I'm going to Flaunt My Flowers . . . at least some of them!

Looking along the border:

I love April; the border is a riot of sprawling bleeding hearts and nodding tulips.
People often remark on our white bleeding hearts.
Our pink ones are jealous, and want their 15 seconds of fame:

It's pretty clear why they are called bleeding hearts, isn't it?

More pink, this time on the other side of the house:

An azalea.

Brilliant color!
Oh dear, we really do need to do a lot of grooming in the front of the house.
It is weeds-a-popping.

Thanks for stopping by!
I'm off to put fresh linens on our guest room beds; daughter Alida and her boyfriend are arriving tonight from California, just for the weekend. That Old House loves company!
Have a lovely weekend -- Cass