Reality Strikes

I was going to write a post rhapsodizing about spring (a compulsion frequently recurring in April).

Then I got my first mosquito bite of the year.

I am very excited, nonetheless, to announce that I think the perennials I transplanted into the front beds last summer have survived and will take their turn after the daffodils, which have been glorious this year. And D1 and I met an avid gardener who lives down the street.