Sunny and beautiful but that's deceptive. There's still a bit of a chill. Really perfect though. The crocuses are blooming like mad, deep purple all over the place, but I was pretty sure I'd planted white ones as well. What gives?
Fletcher has brought me his second offering of the spring, a mole. As long as he keeps these on the front porch I'm fine with it. Keep them out of my tulips.
Have yet to hit the Powerball, so so much for the poet retirement plan. Ah well.
Taxes, done. Birthday cards, done and mailed. Overall a good day.