This is the tree on the corner of Congress and Henry, in the garden that makes beautiful roses in late May.
Three doors down on Congress.
A small Easter egg hunt on the terrace this morning. One egg had melted and one had been tasted by a snail. Three more lilies, including my most mature Silk Road, had also been decimated. First time ever. It may be a day of rejoicing and hope, but not if you're a snail on my terrace. It's war.
On a brighter note, but not for lambs - tonight's deboned leg of lamb has been marinating in a marinade of yogurt, garlic and...horseradish! Fresh horseradish is around, because of Pesach, and I have hardly ever used it. It's wonderful, very hot, straight-up-the-nose kind of hot, like wasabi, which is of course a kind of horseradish. We'll braai it tonight. With West Coast asparagus, and strawberries for dessert.