I didn't want to miss a minute of the warm day promised by Twin Cities weather forecasters. I was in shorts and a polo shirt by 9:30 a.m., determined to get "indoor work" out of the way before noon. I'm not quite caught up from the month away, but by the end of the morning the kitchen and bathrooms were clean, most carpeting was vacuumed. The irritating cat puke stains are still there ... it will take a professional carpet cleaning to resolve that particular problem.
Both Bob and I worked outside all afternoon. He washed the deck and deck furniture, and put a good dent into spring window cleaning. My main task was to remove the leaves insulating Bob's roses and my spring bulbs, a bigger job than it sounds.
I uncovered burgeoning daffodils and tulips, one of which I ruined with the rake, but most seem to be intact. I'm hoping that the daffodils' yellow foliage will soon turn green now that it's exposed. The bulbs planted too deep near the front of the house have yet to peek through the ground.
After filling full barrel with leaves, I started on another and added to it by picking up leaves that had drifted to the area between the back fence and the garage, and we made our first trip of the season to the compost site.
I ached all night from using muscles I'd forgotten about over the winter, but feel reasonably energetic this morning. Spring planting seems a long way off, despite recent balmy temperatures.
