Okay. There were three days back in March with summer-like temperatures. Days when I thought, "This is it! It's come early. I can throw open my backyard shed and start living on the deck again!"
And then . . . nothing.
Those three days were followed by the chilliest, wettest, most miserable early spring in recent memory. So I went back inside.
But now, it's the Victoria Day long weekend. And it's warm and sunny. And I'm thinking, "This is it! It's come (somewhat) early. I can throw open my backyard shed and start living on the deck again!" I kicked off the weekend with some yard clean-up yesterday. And I encountered this welcome sight. Remnants of black spray-paint from work on my Halloween fence extension last autumn. Apparently, I missed the target a few times.
Good memories. And the rhodo doesn't seem to mind.