Back when Sean still lived at home, there would be an inevitable morning, every spring, when Marianne called from the open back door, "Sean, come quick -- the slugs have returned!"
And there they would be, those hideous slimy, garden-eating pests, oozing through the yard like animated snot. While Marianne and Sean jumped up and down and cheered them on.
I lead a hard life.
Me, I'm a snake man. Love 'em. So you can imagine how happy I was yesterday to see an early sign of the advent of spring -- a snake in the back yard. This tiny darling looks to be a baby garter snake. (Though I'm no herpetologist, alas, so I could be wrong.) It was resting atop the bale of straw we bought for Halloween decoration and plan to spread over the garden soon.
So spring is coming, thank God.