It's still pretty cool out, despite being much sunnier, and I haven't been able to keep the windows open yet. The thermometer might nudge seventy on Saturday, but before and after it's mostly supposed to be in the mid-sixties. Too chilly for fresh air indoors, though it's well nigh perfect outside. I might get some of last years last fall of leaves raked from the back back yard. I don't want to take them up too soon, because right now they are inhibiting the growth of weeds, and if I can not rake in order to also not weed, that's a win-win. On the other hand I don't want to put off the raking until the weather gets hot again. Raking is unpleasant enough without trying to do it in the heat.
There's something else I was thinking about writing, but it has entirely escaped my mind. Maybe it was about all the pollen that is dusting the back porch and making me forgetful. But I just don't remember. Oh, well (achoo.)
