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Assorted harbingers of Spring, at least those I can see from where I live:
A touch of green in the grass following recent rains. A fine sight for sure, the essence of renewal, except that it means lawn maintenance can’t be long in coming. Sometimes maintaining a bourgeois household is a pain in the butt.
Nice yellow flowers pushing through near the sidewalk to the driveway. That’s the best describing I can do, since I’m not very good with plant names.
Robins bob-bob-bobbing along. They were doing just that the other day, so much so that Ann pointed it out to me—about four birds hopping around in the back yard.
The mailman was wearing shorts this morning. It still was only about 50 degrees F outside, but he was thinking ahead to the afternoon, when it would be about 60. He had a remarkable selection of tattoos on his legs.
Someone was practicing baseball yesterday afternoon out in the field we can see from our deck.
Black ant colonies nearby are once again sending scouting parties into the house. This is dangerous work for the ants, since I’m inclined to smash ’em if I see ’em, though Yuriko and Lilly are a little more squeamish about that than I am. Ann still likes to chase them around and maybe do them harm. “Bug! Bug!” she said this evening. Then she lost sight of it. “Where are you, bug? Bug? Bug! Where are you?” Wisely, the ant stayed out of her sight.
posted by Dees Stribling @ 9:41 PM
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When we were living in El Paso, people used to claim that yards covered with rocks - fairly common in some of the newer neighborhoods - were wonderful, low-maintenance alternatives to tradition grassy yards that had to be watered and mowed. Not a bit of it. The rocks were strewn over a plastic base that did little to inhibit weeds, often in vast numbers, from going up through the rocks. And, of course, at the best of times, the yard was still covered with rocks. Of course, in El Paso the weeds were most luxurious in July and August, during the rainy (more or less) season. During the Spring what you got instead of April showers were dust storms, with large portions of the New Mexico blowing south in yellow clouds in the direction of Chihuahua City. ANK
Erratum: Delete the word "the" before "New Mexico."
ANK
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