My son is back from his paradise island, so of course our momentary nod to tropical climes has reverted to cold, as if it never happened, just in time for his re-entry.  Hopefully he’s as glad to be home as we are to have him.

Undaunted, the crocuses are putting on a brave face, and the radicchio (?) heads are standing firm.

Every time I go out to the compost pile behind the shed, “Joey” jumps out from under the shed, where he hangs out, and pours on the affection (as long as the fierce Misu isn’t around).  Here’s Misu’s not-amused face.