There were a few days last week that were downright unpleasant for outdoor activities.

I have been moving the plastic coyote around the yard with success. The deer have been avoiding my gardens. Until Monday night, that is.

The beautiful warm spring days are few and far between.

It is the weird time of year for clothing decisions.

It’s time to locate the sun hats. Both Violet and I had facial sun burns this past week.

Henry van Dyke penned words to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, Ode to Joy. The first line of verse four reads: “Mortals, join the mighty chorus which the morning stars began.”

Last week’s wonderful spring weather failed to prepare me for the rude awakening Monday morning.

It’s funny how a 40-degree day in the fall has everyone bundled up but in March it’s a veritable heat wave. I saw a man in shorts for Pete’s sake!

Tuesday’s wild, windy and freezing day cemented the “In like a lion” legacy of March.

It’s finally happened.