State of the Bungalow Address, March 16, 2015

First we saw these, which always bring hope:

Crocus at The Bungalow.

Then mom thought I should have gran's tea cup and saucer.  Which. Was. Perfect.

Then, I couldn't wait any longer, so I started digging a ditch to divert water away from the house.  This ditch will be widened and turned into a dry creek bed after we build the deck.

But then, I was so excited about the new planting beds along the fence, I transplanted a gazillion plants and put down store-bought pine straw (ouch) while it rained the next day.  I also added some rock foot bridges.  Booker thinks that I did all of this for him. 

Then a stink (stank) bug got in the house and Booker worried it to death.  Poor stank bug.  No, it survived his pawin' and snufflin' long enough for me to liberate it to the front yard.

And then yesterday evening, after excavating about a foot down at the back of the house for the new deck, Eric and I sat with Booker.  Rather, Booker sat on Eric.

Oh, and did I mention the deck?

The Consolation

Two mornings ago, sidewalks slick with ice, I made my two-mile, pre-work walk after a week and a half of rain, sleet and snow...which equals no morning walk.  Not another soul in sight except the striking older woman in a red coat boldly power-walking in the middle of Turrentine Street.  This is her technique, as I've seen her walking before.  I am not so willing to brave the middle of the street, preferring to keep to the sidewalks, with their frost and root upheaved chunks of concrete.  She and I smile and greet each other.  Maybe one day I will be her.

The upside this morning is that the sun is visibly coming up earlier.  Spring, soon?