Not Sure If I Should Hang My Head Low or to Be Extremely Proud

So, Connecticut had a lot of rain throughout March and April, not to mention unexpected snow storms. Still, the temperatures rose a bit this week and all my neighbors mowed their lawn, so yesterday in a burst of spring fever (and cleaning), I mowed the lawn.

I learned from my sister that nothing has begun to grow in Syracuse yet, so I think - I can't believe this might be true - I actually mowed my lawn before Papi Butch mowed his own.

Could this be? Have I actually become him? Will it need to be mowed again tomorrow?

I always hated that as a kid...the constant need for lawn mowing on Amalfi Drive. Ah, but the grass was ridiculous long and I was somewhat embarrassed by how high it was, so I gave it a cut.

I also got the porch furniture out and even grilled vegetables and shrimp on the grill, forecasting flavors for the summer days to come.

Of course, I'm sneezing a lot, too, because the buds are bursting pollen into the sky and covering the surfaces with too much pollen.

I think the plants are just excited about warmer days as I was yesterday.

Even Glamis got a path and sprinted around the yard in absolute frolic. She tired herself out and went to bed early.

I wish I could say the same.