Last week: Winter. This week: okay, it's feeling a lot like Summer, and I got a sunburn today, but we'll call it Spring for consistency's sake.
The bag of daffodils that I bought at Target in December, then found still sitting on my stoop three weeks ago and plopped randomly in the ground have now grown and bloomed. Seriously, daffodils are my kind of plant. Is it possible to kill these things?
In other gardening news, the green shrubby looking ground cover that was quickly taking over the front yard has been downgraded to "weed" status after I pulled a little of it out (to give the last remaining hibiscus some space) and it lacerated my arms. It looked all nice and innocent, but it turned out to be evil. I don't know what it is, but it is no longer welcome. Any day now I'm going to go get rid of the rest of it. But I'll be wearing long sleeves this time.
And finally, I'll leave you with this heartwarming story. (That's a lie. This is not for the faint of heart.)
Today I heard an odd noise and saw Reba (the useful farm dog -- you know, the one that doesn't pee on the hay) heading behind the shed with what looked like a tiny baby squirrel in her mouth. Thinking that I should probably take it away from her before she mothered it too much and accidentally did it damage, I followed her. Right when I got around the corner, she settled down on the grass with it and started crunching on the skull.
Deep breath. Cycle of life. Mother Nature's kind of a bitch.