One Saturday.....

 One Saturday, the quilts came out to air in the spring light. They looked like a magazine cover  hanging on the fence.

 The greenhouse was tidied , tomatoes were planted, and flats  were ready.  But it was too early to plant outside. Still cool in the morning, sometimes chilly during these rainforest days.

   The birds scolded Spencer, as they pulled petals off the cherry trees.

               Spencer sat in his pot. He liked his pot.

              The cherry blossoms  and the Pasque flower were the earliest to rise.

     Along with Smokey. Who stood sentry duty at the door.

     Both  Smokey and Spencer watched through their own doors.

                   Spencer in his pot. (How will I ever plant flowers ........)

                   The spinach newly planted on the hill, had not wilted in the  frost at night.

  And the Pasque flower grew thick and lush, each day, till the sun  lay  low and moon was high.

  And Spencer finally left his pot, to sleep on the bench with his yellow cup.  And Saturday was done.