Daffodil time

It's a classic Portland early spring. In the morning, we see frost on the cars and the rooftops. By late afternoon, we're enjoying a light breeze through our new screen door. It's warmer outside than it is inside, but only for about an hour.

The light is changing much more slowly now. Down the street, the frogs in the neghbors' front yard water feature are screaming up a storm all evening.

And then there's spring fever. All I want to do is sit in the glider, drink good wine, and watch the world's best athletes on television.

Or maybe that last part is a side effect of the Covid shots. Yeah, that's the ticket. Call the CDC, I'm feeling them.