Winston the cat ponders a bug flitting atop the Weber-turned-planter.




We had a brief but big rain yesterday. This is our oak tree in the back yard as the last big storm (I think) of the season started a couple of weeks ago.

Big rain in the back yard meant monstrous weeds in the front. We are trying to kill our lawn, in favor of succulents and native plants, but miscreant lawns grew like sugar cane. Elizabeth and I whacked (mostly Elizabeth) at the growth–positively Tarzanian—today.



We deserved a reward, so I grilled some chicken.

And, in mid-grilling, noticed the kite flying over the playground at Harloe Elementary. Another sure sign of Spring.

And, doggone it—you’ll forgive the pun—Spring also means new life. We have one example. He’s our neighbor’s German Shepherd puppy, Ralph, who’s just taken up residence in his Forever Home. Walter, our Basset, loves Ralph already.


So, yes. Life is good. It takes Spring to remind us of that fact.