The Slow Progress of this Spring

It takes us a while, but eventually we do get things done. Alison cusses a lot less since she got rid of the strawberries in front of the house. She says we're going to "simplify." But the dog might have to be "modified" to break her from digging up the mulch for her bedding.

Down in the marsh, you can see that the cattails are moving into their prime as the dominant plant, something the red-wings have been waiting for. It's been interesting to watch the life history of the marsh marigolds from their early appearance as single leaves to their peak height of 18 inches or so and blanketing the marsh with their yellow blossoms. Now their seed pods are drying and bursting open in their final act of beauty this year. The monitor cedar shows that the river is up six or eight inches since Sunday. Now, if we can just have two days of 70 degrees, the ox-eye daisies on the Slope will explode.

We're glad that some of you will be visiting soon. Be sure your rotator cups are in trim working order. The new horseshoe pits are ready, with genuine river sand.