April, between showers . . .
|Plume moth, sleeping on the wall by the door|
|Robin, pulmonaria, and daffs. And a few leaves of lettuce, still surviving cuddled up to the pulmonaria for protection from the slugs.|
|The young raccoon, back again for a drink, keeping his eye on me.|
|Raccoon fingernails. I'm not volunteering to trim them for him.|
|And the first rhododendrons we've seen this year.|