…on April 20th when I said — Back in a flash. I mispoke. I’ve crawled into May keying the occasional twitter or comment. Let’s just say, the health is finally robust. That is all. Moving on. No one wants to hear the particulars. They just aren’t that interesting.

Happy Cinco de Mayo. If you’re celebrating today, celebrate with gusto.

It’s looking all shades of green in my neck of Canadaland. The birds are singing. I saw a Crow hitting on a Robin. Listen up, Crow! She’s just not that into you. My office window over the garage is a regular hotbed. I think there are several different bird cultures cohabiting in my Blue Spruce. The branches are shaking all the time. All. The. Time. Love Shack, baabeeee!

The squirrels are digging holes all over my lawn looking for the peanuts they buried last fall. Invest in a GPS tracker, would you squirrels?

Gracie Golden Pup is digging to Hawaii right by my Hydrangea bush. I am sympathetic to her quest and may join her if the weather doesn’t climb into the seventies here soon. I’ve got my bucket ready. Yes, I do.

I leave you with this today.

Elen