spring

I can always tell it's really truly no-joke spring time. And not just by noticing that it's sunny outside or that the thousand and one tulip plants the last owner left hidden around the yard are starting to bloom.... although, honestly, those are my first clues.

I can tell it's really truly no-joke spring and not just lovely weather out when I start inventing excuses not to take a nap. Because, as honestly wonderful said nap sounds, I know I'm just gonna wake up to the same sunny weather, except, when I wake up, I would have slept through most of it.

Sleeping through 20 degree weather just doesn't bug my physche in the same way.

Course, cause it was Saturday, I still slept through the first couple hours of daylight, but was outside, pretending to clean up my yard area before 9-ish. I want to try an edible kind of landscape thingy in the front yard. I got my mint and chives out in a contained pot, but that's it for now. Mostly, it's a function of figuring out where the sprinkler lines are and where not to dig.

More complicated than it sounds. I mean, I know we have a sprinkler system out front. I just can't find any of them yet.

Boys had their first annual go at the pruning tweezers with all the rose bushes I killed over the winter. Although, killed would signify that it took deliberation on my part. So, maybe we can just say I manslaughtered the roses. I don't think that's right either though.

Luke, Seth? Help me out here.