Daffodils = Spring. Glorious, Wonderful Spring

Would we rejoice in spring quite as much if we'd not survived the winter?   I can't imagine that we would. And for all the moaning around here (and it's not just me.  Really.  All of Maine has bemoaned the trials of this winter) about how difficult the weather has been, our daffodils have bloomed 14 days earlier this year than last. 

Yesterday was a glorious Maine day, the kind that makes me think "I will never live anyplace else.  Ever."   The sky was that shade of impossible New England Blue, with nary a cloud and it was warm. 

We helped clean up at Long Sands Beach.  I rode my bike to tennis and half of the way home.  I confess that I had to call my husband, interrupt his lunch and beg him to come pick me up.  Five sets of tennis (we were reveling in the wonder of the day and enjoying our game) and biking to and fro was just a bit more than this middle-aged chica should have attempted.  I was so flat out that I couldn't even help with the raking.  OOPS.  RG was not happy about that, but I've promised to get all over those gardens today.  And,  I'd  already done the herb garden on Friday afternoon, so I didn't think it was quite the 'to do' that he believed it to be.

Comments

[margaret]

Love the new photo at the top!
Happy Patriots Day from a state that acknowledges but doesn't observe it.

[Bucknutz]

Middle age is rock bottom,5 years ago you would have had no problem riding that bike home. But serious pats on the back for riding the bike. You'll be playing 5 sets and riding 30 miles in not time.