For those who celebrate St. Patrick's Day, it turned out to be a pretty ideal Saturday for bar-hopping, with gorgeous mostly sunny skies and a pretty warm day for March. The purple crocus are still doing their thing but there was also a really happy gaggle of daffodil strutting its stuff along the front wall, as shown above. And as the Bradford pear's blossoms fade, it's now time for the stunted cherry trees to bring out the bells that toll spring:
I spent a good bit of time outside with Sumner but wish that had included getting an early start on spring yard work. He is an avid hunter of small birds that like to perch on the tires and chassis of the Tundra, so he did some underbelly sleuthing:
At dinner time, I had to give in to the grilling compulsion, and while the porterhouse steaks were a lot thinner than I'd like, it was all good with crispy golden french fries.
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