It's a lilac bouquet. The ancient bush, planted by the original owners of this home, is a springtime reliable. The daffodils have already faded. The pear tree is enceinte with blooms-to-be.
I love this time of year. We are weeding, getting ready to plant. The rain has ended, and the seven-month-old puppy has free range in the yard. (She eats oranges that fall off the tree!)
I did want to mention yesterday's St. Pat's supper. Too dark to get a photo, and... brown food.
We braised a lamb shank in Harp beer with a jigger of Jameson. Three hours, in a low oven, with carrots and onions. It was outstanding, and there are hella leftovers.
Oh, you think we forgot the traditional Irish potatoes? No, we made colcannon, with savoy cabbage and scallion. We happened upon some new-to-us goat's milk butter, made in Turlock (which is within the 100-mile zone). OMG. That butter is BUCK. It's expensive, but it's the best mouthful you ever had.