84F our first full day back in Minnesota - a record for temperatures dating all the way back to 1882. I still felt so tired from our trip that I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have, but at least I was outside for most of the afternoon.
The prairie garden is covered with last year's leaves, and I knew I'd have to deal with the dried flowers sooner or later. I expected a big job but the garden was planted on rocky ground and the plants were pulled from the soil much more easily than I had anticipated.
We made our first trip to the compost site late Wednesday afternoon, a few hours ahead of a noisy storm that evening. There wasn't much rain but the daffodils and tulips are growing on the east side of the house, while the new bulbs I planted on the other side are nowhere in evidence. I know that they were too shallow and fear they were either eaten by squirrels or just now growing for some reason.
The sun is shining and the air is quite chilly, more like the early April cold we expected when we got home. Traffic in St. Paul quiet, particularly on this Good Friday afternoon. Feels almost as though we never left home.
