It was 81 degrees here yesterday. 81! The yard got its’ first hair cut of the season this week and some of the roses have broken dormancy. It’s supposed to be really nice here this weekend. Much lawn work will ensure. The sweet music of dogs barking at squirrels will begin.
Apparently some frogs have decided that our teeny, tiny pond is a hotel. They were singing (loudly) late into the night.
Ah, spring!
