Our first spear of asparagus made an appearance.
Our first leaf of rhubarb broke through.
Our first daffodil bloomed, and by first, I mean first ever in this lawn. The cluster was transplanted from our neighbor's yard three summers ago.
Our outside (feral) cat, Pinky, is becoming more and more trusting. After more than two years, we can pet him if we stay in the house and reach through the door. This week, though, we have been able to go outside -- both on the deck and in the yard -- without him running for cover. Oh, he still runs, but he doesn't hide.
In these pics, I am halfway down the deck steps while he sits below the deck trying to figure out what I'll do next.
