Spring is here. I have a little electric oil rad in my bathroom, because the forced air never reaches that corner, and life's too short for an icy toilet seat. I unplugged and put away the rad this morning, took down the storm window and opened it up. We've actually got the bedroom window that faces on the woods open with the fan pulling in cool air, and the box fan in the front window pulling the cool through the house and exhausting the warm. Is comfy!
One of the best decisions we ever made, when H yanked the elderly, ugly shrubs from in front of the house, we offered the azalea as a wedding present to the neighbors. Now we get to enjoy it in all its glory amid the garden across the street, and we don't have to clean up after it. Their red geraniums and rhodies are amazingly healthy and gorgeous.
Our containers are in. Most of the herbs overwintered, including, for the first time, the Russian sage. And the wire baker's rack, discarded when the relatives cleared out a deceased neighbor's house, has taken up residence on our porch. We spent pennies at Home Despot for slate-patterned ceramic floor tiles for the shelves, and the mended Buddha rests there now. H found a matchstick shade *precisely* the width of the piece, I whitewashed it yesterday before we hung it, and it looks good as a backdrop. I may take it down and freehand some bamboo and some brush-speckles of brown and blue. Or, not.
I need to scrub the pollen off the furniture and floor. Maybe this afternoon.