Chasing seagulls

Maison Bean has been dusted in pollen, and with the fine yellow coating that comes this time of year, new leaves have begun to emerge on the fig tree, and even a few infant figs have been born.

The fig tree is a descendant of the fig tree at Mimi’s homestead in Alabama.  My grandfather would lay bricks on low-lying limbs and root new trees.  When I bought my first house 12 years ago, he and Mimi dug up one of the offspring, and I planted it at my new house, but it never really grew.  Then when I sold the house two years later, I dug it up and put it in a big plastic pot for about a year before finally planting it at Maison Bean where it put down roots and branched out and bears a nice little crop of fruit every year.

Right behind the fig tree by the back door of the house is the Meyer lemon tree, and it’s in full bloom with big bumble bees buzzing around.  When I walk out the door, I stop and close my eyes and breathe in the smell of heaven.

Spring has descended on Maison Bean, and last weekend was one of those storybook weekends with the sun shining and the birds singing and the daffodils blooming.  We fed ducks at the park and had fun chasing the seagulls.  Mimi emerged from her little house with her recovering toe to accompany us.  At the park, the azaleas were a profusion of colors, the elegant dogwoods draped in Spanish moss were blooming and it was a perfectly wonderful weekend.

Note: 

1. All good things must come to an end.  I overslept two days in a row, and I may be pushing three.
2.  That’s Aunt Sissy whose lap Moose is curled up in.  And I agree—it’s criminal to look that good in someone else’s blog.
3. If you’ve come here and my slideshow isn’t working, it’s because  Louis is illicitly serenading our weekend, not me…. You don’t want me to sing.
4. Yes, Jax lost another tooth.  I don’t know why he keeps doing that.  We went through hell to get those teeth.