Rhubarb

On this sunny, almost summer-like Saturday, we worked up a storm in the yard and garden. Delycia was outside almost from dawn to dark,  carefully preparing her flower beds for a new blossoming season. There was a glow in her cheeks and excitement in her voice as she went from task to task. I was finally able to convince her to call it quitting time around 5:30. She seemed tired over supper, but her face was suffused with the pleasure of the hard-working, fun-filled day. (I did a small share of the work, preparing a new bed for her new rhubarb plants, and now, at 8:00, I am feeling throughly exhausted.)