And the question is "What is Molly sporting today for the first time this year?", Alex.
Something about the first mid-seventies weekend day of (almost-)spring that compels one to wear totally unsuitable clothing (my poor neighbors!) and raise giant blisters on one’s hands by overenthusiastically attacking the garden.
Our backyard is now more or less picked up; the screen porch and grilling patio have been returned to a useable state of affairs; and the hell has been hacked out of the neighbors’ stupid Virginia creeper that has been industriously invading our side of the fence for the last five years.
Also, my legs are every bit as ashen and unattractive as they were when I woke up this morning, but now they’re pink.