We’re daffy for daffodils.
Happy first day of Spring.
Unless, of course, you are an (ah-choo!) allergy sufferer. Snurk.
The first flower I took note of this morning was a wad of Kleenex in my hand. Then I saw the other.
I’ll spare you the first.
Honnnnnnnnk. Snorf. Fwah.
I’ve had to mow twice already. Next up: Replacing the string in the electric trimmer. No, not the one I use on my nose hair.
… and the grass, it has most definitely riz.
I wonders where the flowers iz.
Happy spring equinox.
Not even Super Vivid mode helps this morning.
The daffodils are enjoying this damp weather, which arrived a little late for this ex-tree.
This is the first day of spring? So where’s the sun?
Frankly, I’m stumped.
(Rimshot.)
And yes, I know, nobody in his right mind living in a desert climate complains about rain. But right mind and I have not shared the same ZIP code for the better part of quite some time. And I have bicycles that are badly in need of riding.
The good news is, after today and tonight we’re looking at a stretch of sunny and 70s. The better news? We don’t live in New York City.
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