105

Two things have conspired to save Easter, or rather to make Easter at all. Dean made a last-minute decision to come home for the weekend, and therefore I made a last-minute decision to put some effort into a celebration. (But in terms of this seemingly cannot fail recipe, "effort" is really overstating things.)

104

Better. I didn't expect much from the bulbs this year, after the intense extremes of weather had them up and out in February and then snowed under in March. But a few stalwarts figured out how to get what they needed and give what they could. Hmmm. Maybe that's us, maybe that's what we need to do, to keep doing.

103

(Sigh.)

102

Nestled.

101

Just warm enough, finally, for an after-work beverage out in the sunroom. Well, yes, I still have my jacket on. No, no it's not a good idea generally, nor my habit (generally) to have a beer when I walk in the door at the end of the day. But when it does seem like a good idea, then I just go with that.

100

This year I have a new distaste for the very idea of "100 days," but nonetheless here it is. 100th of this year, when a "50/50" view seems overly generous.

99

98

Hope, still.

97

A favorite corner at school, showing some signs of a blue sky at last. (Bathtub is filled with pillows, and makes a gorgeous spot to sink in and dream quietly.)

96

95

Contain them, if you can.

94

Biggest raindrops ever; Dean's 19th birthday. Cold, wet, and weird not to be with my boy on his birthday. Will it ever be spring?

93 (for reals)

Surprisingly, this photo posted. Are my troubles over? We'll see....

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We decided to stay home today.