Finally

Winter machines put away. Summer ones ready to rumble.

Garden is planted, such as it is.

Wild roses and forget-me-nots are blooming,

Yard fairly well cleaned up.

Time to man up. Expotition to the East Pole next weekend, god willing, lack of rapture and the creeks don’t rise (which is the most likely). All that Bush gear in the closet has been tempting me for weeks now. Time to use it.