Spring sprung here with the arrival of the daffodils - their green stems pushing up through a late snow or two and their gorgeous yellow blossoms scattered across our front lawn. I'm not sure who might have planted the daffodils, or how long ago that might have been, but they were such a welcome sight after this crap winter we'd had, that I have vowed, this fall, to plant happy-bringing bulbs of my own around the place. There is simply nothing to compare to the feeling of spring flowers appearing - how can spring NOT be the best season of all?
That said, the daffodils are now departing the scene, and we have actual leaves on actual trees here, and actual grass that is in desperate need of mowing (oh,hey, THAT'S what I didn't like about summer...I'm starting to remember, now...). Also? Summer? Means ticks. Voracious, sneaky, underhanded, disease-ridden ticks. They're baaaaack.
Frankly, I think I prefer lingering in daffodil season just a tad longer....
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