The ground cover, which each year I become convinced is dead, returns - better than ever. As always, I am amazed.
The woodpile (chopped by Ben!) is ready for stacking.
Rain drains become, once again, a popular form of entertainment...
As does in-the-bushes adventure.
And finally, even on the coldest, rainiest day, the forsythia is coming into bloom - inside, anyway!
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