Lilies of the valley. Probably another bouquet or two yet to come from another patch that's in woodland shade.
(Then there was a time when I wouldn't have ironed the tablecloth before taking a blog photo, but I'd have felt bad about it.)
(I didn't iron the tablecloth. But I think it looks just fine the way it is. I think this represents progress.)
Since it's Memorial Day weekend, there aren't any real sales to speak of. However, there were two that I happened by, and I found a few things. These are sales that fall outside this year's rating system: Since I had no expectations or investment going in, anything that resulted was a happy surprise.
(Pretty sure there's a life lesson in that, too.)
However, I'm far too occupied with dodging rain showers while I weed the garden to take photos of my finds right now. When I'm not weeding, I'm doing this.
Are you wondering whether baby cardinals are really cute?
Um, well, yes, in their own special way. This one was a little unhappy about getting trapped and not as grateful as it might have been for the rescue. Perhaps that's why it closed its eyes for the photo. Or maybe it was just embarrassed. It really wouldn't have been too hard to figure out that by ducking just a little, it could have escaped. Its reaction instead was to panic and chirp incessantly.
(Let's pause for a second and reflect on that, too.)
You'll immediately recognize this finely woven, cup-shaped nest in the midst of a clump of daylilies as the work of song sparrows. I found it while (what else?) weeding. It also explained why a pair of song sparrows were my constant companions in the garden. (I thought it was my pleasant company.)
I'd have had no idea what birds these were if I hadn't seen the adults. The babies might be the size of a quarter. I don't know how they survive on the ground like that, with all the predators we've got around here. It makes me glad my cats stay inside.