Coming home, the light was lovely, although still bright enough to fool the camera.I took another picture of our front path; it's really worked out well.
And then I admired these lovely Tennis Ball lettuces. A butterhead variety grown by Thomas Jefferson, they're so pretty, they're hard to thin, much less harvest.
A nice salad was part of my dinner out on the porch (my gardening companion is off taking photos of spring wildflowers in the Smokies).
