+ It's finally starting to look like spring--the trees are blossoming and things are looking more bright green and less dead brown.
+ Except for where I saw a little flurry of snow outside my window. I'm entirely over the indecisive, multiple-personality weather. It was cute in January--Oh, look! A day in the 50s followed by a snowstorm! Hilarious. It was expected in February--Blustery and wet through sunshine? Oh, you, February Weather! But in April, the weather needs to make a decision and get it's act together. Sure, 72 degrees is nice, but I'd settle for 60 every day, if we didn't have to alternate that delightful 72 with snow and 45 MPH winds. I've giving you until May, Weather, and then we're gonna have a talk You know what's really adorable, Weather? Green.
+ But the city must think spring is really coming because they turned on our city grey water. And we developed a geyser in the front yard. I didn't see it, but our kindly neighbors who ran to turn it off for me said that a whole section of my front yard was floating and making a run for the downhill neighbor's yard. Craig and the landscape guy will spend some time tomorrow morning seeing just how big a leak we sprung.
+ I'm hoping that the leak is small, because I am itching to plant--plant flowers in the pots, plant garden in the boxes. Loved this post on how to plant seeds in eggs. I've two dozen egg shells and a packet of purple Candy Tuft seeds--I'mma ready.
+ And speaking of the boxes, boy are they looking sorry. Can't decide if I need to build new boxes around them, start from scratch or just get by with them for one more season. Leaning towards doing them in phases, because truth be told, I'm more concerned about the precious dirt than the boxes themselves. That's prime turkey manure soil that's had two years to become perfected--this is my year and I can't waste any growing time building boxes. I can almost taste the garden tomatoes.
+ I've already had my fill of fixing things. After multiple patched tires and new tires and chain adjustments, Ian's bike--a $10 DI (thrift store) Special--was at it's end. The chain was damaged and Ian had (very reluctantly) returned to the scooter for the last week, while I searched for a solution. Spend more money than the bike is worth to fix it up or get a new bike in April, taking away that privilege from Santa Claus come December. Enter the blessed KSL Classifieds! Heavens part. Angels sing. We found a speedy little new (used-but-in-great-shape) bike for a deal and he was back in business.
+ Except for the next day when the chain fell off. Seriously? And then, when the boys didn't come right home from school, I hopped on my bike and found them half-way home, with a second mangled chain for the day and a distraught Ian. Fifteen minutes later, we'd walked home, calmed down and tossed that puppy in the car. Fifteen minutes after that, the teenage kid at the bike shop wheeled it out, explained the problem he'd fixed and said no charge, while remotely opening the double doors so we could roll on out. Heavens part. Angels sing. So kind, I coulda kissed him.
+ The bike is doing so well, we just got back from a ride to the park where we missed soccer practice (wrong time) but met up with other biker boys who wanted to ride laps. Laps! A mother's dream on a Friday afternoon! Yay! And it was their idea! Double yay! Twenty-five laps later a winner was declared and all were ready to come home.
+ Apparently the blogging thing is back on. For now.
+ Did I mention that I'm eager for spring? I am. It was a long winter and I'm in a few deep ruts. Time to get up, get out, dust off and move on, don't you think?