Palm Sunday was so chilly and rainy that it was difficult to imagine spring is supposed to be happening.

I’ve said repeatedly that I wish I had a job as a weather forecaster. They get it right maybe half the time.

I’m going to say something that every old person on the planet says on a regular basis: “They don’t make things like they used to!”

I was so happy with the good amount of rain we received on Saint Patrick’s Day.

It was so wonderfully warm and sunny on Tuesday that I saw a honeybee on my crocuses.

Last week’s warmer weather lit a fire under me, finally. Violet and I got out in the yard for some much-needed pruning and raking.