The crocuses bloomed last week, and they are pretty well history already. I am not much of a flower photo sorta guy, but since crocuses mean the end of winter and beginning of spring to me, I always try to get a few shots if the weather permits. What with rain, snow, clouds and wind, I don't manage get photos every year. I sure didn't last year, but managed a few this year.
And then there are the children, who felt that watering was necessary despite the wet spring. With a dixie cup no less.
There were also pebbles to be attended to, but not watered.