Glory be and hallelujah, spring arrived over the weekend.
With it, of course, arrived a cold front that brought rain and squeezed my head like a vise grip. Just about the only thing I don’t love about spring is the assault it makes on my sinuses. Couple that with the remnants of my husband’s cold that he so generously shared with me, and I may have a sinus infection in the making. What fun.
It literally rained all day yesterday. The ground, suitably thawed and already saturated, has become an unwrung sponge. Which, along with the warmer temperatures, means that the ants are marching on, hurrah, hurrah. Did you know that ants like toothpaste? Come see Spawn’s bathroom, with its’ leavings of toothpaste and the happy conga line of ants going to and fro from the sink. I cannot find a point of entry for the little devils.
The Asian lady beetles have all awakened from their slumber within the crevasses of my windows, so I have them trooping about everywhere, too. It’s too bad there are no natural predators within the four walls of my house — even the cats have learned that the ladybugs taste bad.
Perhaps the best part so far has been the happy twittering that greets me every morning when I go out to get the paper. Yes, the birds have returned and are making the most of time by singing and flitting about, searching for this year’s mate.
I do believe this is the best I’ve felt, mentally, in about six months.
— Mox
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