The first bouquets are brightening up the house. Egg season is in full swing, bringing with it quiche and devilled eggs and soft boiled eggs and scrambled eggs and eggs sunny-side up and any other way we can think to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The geraniums have finally been permitted to bloom and will make their way outdoors just as soon as I can be assured there will be no more frost. Light and airy fibres are being spun (blue face leicester/tussah silk – not a bad way to spend a few minutes every day). Knitting is brought outside, where it needs to be protected from the chickens who think that shiny stitch markers are irresistible (these girls sure do like their bling). We're eating asparagus for dinner and the rhubarb is not far behind. There is dirt under my fingernails.
Spring. It has arrived!