Ah, Spring. We've had a few consecutive days of warmer than normal weather, the snow is gone, birds are singing, you know the routine: it is possibly the best time of year. The time when your plans can become reality, when things get really busy, but with the longer days you feel like you might actually have time to do them, and have some fun at it too. The nearby driving range at Stonebrooke is open. New balls. A new golf pro. Neighbor Tom called to see if we could sneak out and hit a bucket or two, then soon called back to say that things are piling up, he just can't dig the sand out fast enough, it just keeps filling in. Tom, among other things, is the neighborhood tax accountant, so that's understandable. He vows to do better after April 15.
Cleaning the garage today and replacing lights that burned out over the winter; bringing in the driveway stakes that guide the snowplows; wondering if this is the year the deck railings will be re-stained; checking the fertilizer supplies. The cycle of life is most evident right now. While cleaning the garage we whiffed a ripe odor, identified it, then set the garbage can outside for the time being. Emily's diapers, you know.Normally about now we'd be smelling fecund odors from manure rotting on nearby farm fields. No more. Developers have acquired the last feedlot in these parts, gonna turn 'em into condos and convenience centers. While you hate to see the rural character go, it is not ALL bad.
We have plans to
keep the aggressive cattails from taking over the silting-in pond; the golf course general manager said they'd be happy to help dig with the course backhoe. The course superintendent wasn't so sure. He (center in photo) gets a bit grumpy come springtime.
Happily, a neighbor got a good result on her Wednesday cancer surgery, we're all optimistic and continue to cheer for her. A new beginning.Tomorrow Steve and Nancy come from Mankato to deliver their old carpet. Old carpet? It will still be in great shape and we're happy to use it in the Lake Street condo. Danny will appreciate the soft touch in the morning.
Nephew Ford and his wife Jenn checked in this morning. They'll join us tomorrow for some heavy carpet lifting then a light lunch at noon. He's the new Shakopee varsity tennis coach and he's anticipating the first formal spring practice with his new charges.
So it is the season of promise and we're happy to be deep into it.It is almost enough to make you forget about Virgil's newsy email from Tucson: there's a leak in our roof.
