These are the days we wait for all winter into the cold spring. Thus far, there are no bugs to speak of.
Dennis has been enjoying a cycle ride every now and then, keeping his reflexes sharp. I still have the right moves to handle the garden utensils to the ultimate. Mostly, I like sprinkling Preen down after I have the dirt turned over to nip the next batch of weeds in the butt.
Just when I thought I had seen everything this spring, Dennis called me to the car garage. Dennis had the overhead door open and there for us to behold, looking straight at us, were Butter Ball and Harriet lying in the back window of the car. Dang, I had left the passenger front window open about 4 inches yesterday when I came home from Lorraine’s. They don’t miss a beat. As of last spring about this same time, I had taken one day to entirely clean the car from just such events that were usual at that time, and they had not had access since. Dennis opened the back door to roust them out and there on the floor mat in the back seat was Snuggles. None of them were very eager to move.
Sometimes, you just have to laugh at the silliest things in life that make it all worthwhile to get up and out of bed each day.