Greetings, my fellow port swillers, and Happy Spring! **

As promised below, Ol’ Robbo was able to move his quarantine out on to the back porch this afternoon.  Not only did I see my first butterfly of the season, I also saw my first bumblebee.  (But I was working! Honest!)

It may seem absurd, but I’m thinking I’d better get my hummingbird feeder up this weekend.  No telling when the little blighters will turn up now.

We also had dinner out on the porch this evening for the first time this season.   I’m sure Greta van “How Dare You!” Scoldilocks would be outraged, but we thoroughly enjoyed it.

Of course, the other thing I noticed today was that my glasses were covered with grains of pollen.   This is both bad and good.  On the one hand, I seem to grow more sensitive to it every year, so there will be a certain amount of misery blended with the joy of the awakening Earth.  On the other, I now have a reasonable justification for my coughing and sneezing:  Mrs. R has taken the whole Coronapalooza panic rather more seriously than has Ol’ Robbo, and I’ve been getting serious side-eye from her every time I clear my throat the last week or two.  At least now I have some plausible cover.

Anyhoo, here we go!

 

**Happy Feast of St. Joseph, too, of course!