Green for St. Patrick's Day.

When I woke up on Thursday, I could see the light had the grey of a snowy day. I looked out the window and could only say, "Damn." Not a lot of snow, I'll grant you, but still it was mid-March and I didn't like seeing any snow.

But March is capricious and the very next day the temperatures climbed into the 60's, and I was out in the yard planting flowers. Twelve six-packs of purple pansies, to add a little color for any prospective buyer. The sweet-smelling hyacinths are also in bloom.

I spent all afternoon both Friday and Saturday working in the yard, not stopping either day until nearly 7:00 pm. Lots of weeding and pulling bucket after bucket full of dead leaves and dumping them at the street to be hauled away. I worked until my back ached, blissful in the warm sun.

Twelve bags of mulch later, the beds you can see from the street are all neat and presentable. I have loads of daffodils blooming and tiny white bells on the pierris. The tulips and irises are sprouting and are not far behind. When I went out to take pictures today, I noticed the green beginning in the underbrush in the woods, so I know I won't have terribly long to wait for the trees to fill in. As soon as that happens, this house goes on the market.