OVERNIGHT, WINTER CREPT stealthily back into the area and left its stuff everywhere.
It wasn't much; I shouldn't be complaining, as the sun commenced to shining brightly and there was soon a lot of dripping going on. But last week, when I wasn't able to rhapsodize (alas), we had other seasons competing for winter's spot...and it was fine!
Seventy-three degrees fine!
That tee-shirt-wearing yard man was in
(No logs to burn, though this is a bit of the backlog)