And......as a reward for working ten days straight for Valentine's production, I have President's Day off. I don't remember the last job I had where this was an observed holiday.
So after a leisurely morning, Puppy and I went on a two hour ramble through Prospect Park. And then came home and spent a couple of hours basking on a blanket in the backyard. After scooping the poop and putting Kittyman on his harness and string.
He is not especially bright, hence the restraints when he's outside.
Robins and chickadees hopped through the yard for his entertainment, and a squirrel chittered furiously for a good fifteen minutes.
The sun was warm and bright, the breeze was soft, and birdsong never ceased.
On the north side of the yard are the remants of Saturday's snow. In the center, tiny crocus are beginning to pop through the ground.
I planted lots of spring bulbs last fall. I'm curious to see how many of them survived the squirrels.
I have a desperate urge to start planting. An urge that must be squelched, as spring is still months away, no matter what the calendar says. Mid-May is about the time to start planting here. By then, the frosts are over. Unless they're not. One never knows. There could be a blizzard tomorrow. Or another taste of spring.