More signs of spring, to override the fewer cold nights and passing snow showers, are tulips about 12" high, daylilies pushing their new green leaves through the clay, pink buds on the flowering pear trees that line the 4-lane on the way to Ingles and Walmart, more bird songs early in the morning. My push for spring on this 70 degree afternoon was to remove the flannel sheets and put the cotton ones back on and pack away the heavy winter spread. I washed a couple of outdoor windows and Cliff washed the winter dirt of the Kia. Robins are not a harbinger of spring here. We see them off and on all winter, dozens at a time, pulling worms and grubs out of wet lawns. I haven't observed any nest building or gathering of twigs or dried vines. My cabbage seeds have sprouted in the sunny dining room window waiting for the garden to be tilled and the soil to reach 40 degrees. Thursday we're suppose to have snow showers then return to the 60s again.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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