I just took a slow stroll around the yard. Blooms have gradually popped on the trees and will soon be replaced by bright green leaves. The swing is swaying in the breeze and awaits tiny, squealing riders. The fake pine branches have been replaced with a new just-as-fake wreath of silk forsythia on the front door. The giant hosta in the forest are stretching towards the tree tops. All three of our tulips are in full bloom at the same time. (I know, pathetic! I've always intended to plant bulbs in the fall. Never get to it.) The adirondacks will soon be leaving the garage for the grassy area under the maple tree.
Yes, that's me humming.