Anchor Struck

I eagerly await Monday, but not to see TV coverage of a five minute event on which millions of people will spend billions of dollars. I don’t need any reminders why this species is too foolish to survive. Rather, I get my hopefully non-punctured lung X-rayed so my surgeon can take me off light duty.

Random Chance bless March Madness for providing some superb basketball, even as my beloved San Francisco Giants stumble to a 3 and 5 start. Fortunately, the Golden State Warriors are starting to get it together.

Our farm is trapped in a Groundhog’s Day kinda thing. Since March 19th our high to low temperature range hasn’t exceeded 14 C. (57 F.) or dropped below 9 (48). Eight of those days only had a two degree variance, and four days only one degree. This cool spell has not deterred our flora and fauna, fortunately. Our snowdrops had their usual stay, now yielding to daffodils, and the maple trees are budding. A heron and a pair of common merganzer ducks are on Pond Near. The ducks, by the way, are anything but common. The female looks like a punk rocker.

We’ve also seen a snake already. It’s the little things.