I used to long for Fridays when I worked every day. They
are still kind of special for me even though every day is
mine to do with as I please.

This morning I got up to put Rex out and the wind was literally howling around the house. I don't think he stayed
out long enough to do anything. He must have a bladder
made of iron. This bodes ill for me because Lane has the
house power washed and scraped and it looks awful. I don't
think he will relish painting in this wind. I had to clear
the veranda of all the plants and furniture. My poor plants
are in trouble.

I planted a crepe myrtle last fall and it was so slow to
leaf out that I almost pulled it up. Now it has tender reddish leaves and I am proud of the struggle it put up
to stay alive during this cold winter. The pampas grass
succumbed as did one rose bush. Today, I am going to get
a couple of tomato plants and plant some squash. Spring
is so late this year.