I couldn’t think of a rhyme to finish it.
Oh, well. Another crumpled piece of paper in the waste-basket.
Spring is teh-sprung here. The grass is growing much faster than the Epic Fail Lawn Service wants to mow. We’ll probably go to the botanical gardens on Monday, unless the weather doesn’t match the forecast, Imperial Weatherman, in which case we’ll clean the laundry room or something.
One of the guys on the NC board lives about 10 miles south of me, and he’s got hummingbirds, but we aren’t seeing any yet.