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all things spring

Last night Bobby's coworkers and their families came over for a cook-out. I grilled hamburgers and hotdogs (Disclaimer: the above photo is not my hamburgers; the lines on my patties only went one direction, but I did have flame-seared burgers like above!) and I think everyone had a very good time. I was still tired and hot from working at bedtime last night, so I didn't close all the windows. I think someone froze last night, and I must admit I'm a bit chilled this morning myself. It's a bit crazy to be wearing 3/4 sleeves and have cold toes when this time last week we were donning no sleeves and begging BOE to bring fans to the non-airconditioned gym that was hosting an early voting site on our two 90 degree days. Someone remarked that in the south we don't have seasons; we have days. I think that's just another phrase for spring.

And in the midst of all the happy chaos, my little garden which I was going to keep small and in check this year, is out of control. I pulled some weeds yesterday, but it's in desperate need of an overhaul (as in I'm contemplating whether or not to bring out the weed eater before I try to crank the tiller again).

And I resorted to terrorism while cleaning the back porch yesterday. I used gas chemicals on the homes of several wasp nests, and using a weapon of mass destruction (a straw broom) knocked down a barn swallow's bird's nest and several spider webs. I felt a tad guilty about the bird's nest, but what little twinge was there disappeared when I saw she hadn't laid any eggs yet. Hopefully there'll be no poop mounds to sweep up this year!

And the broody hen is still broody, though she briefly abandoned the eggs for a day before resorting back. She's insane. And we've lost two teenagers and two biddies. We know one of each was hit by a hawk; not sure about the other two. Hawks normally don't leave a pile of feathers behind, so that makes me wonder if the others faced a different predator.

Now if I can convince my sore muscles that there is nothing wrong with them, today might not seem quite so difficult.
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