Mud season

It's here with a vengeance. Our whole yard is a sinkhole. I channeled my grandpa Herbie and actually laid a plank in the mud to allow people to get from the sidewalk to the porch unmolested by ick. It's a good look, I think. Classy.

It's nearly 50 degrees today, so I can almost fool myself into believing it's spring. Are those crocus buds I see? No, they're dirty candy wrappers and Dorito bags poking up from the snow. They're still v. festive, though.