Well I was wrong.

Spring truly started on March 20, 2009. I received my first call yesterday on a nest of cottontails that were found as someone was cleaning up their yard. Thankfully it was just an advice call, like most, but so it begins. With the weekend supposed to be fair, I am figuring on receiving more calls. Sometimes I don't like spring.

2 days ago we attended a funeral for a very dear friend of my husbands. Hollis was killed when a 17 year old girl pulled out in front of him, he was on his Harley "Loosey". He was only 47, he is the one that lost a grandchild at the end of last year (the baby was only 3 months old). I know they are in heaven playing together. And I pray for this young girl that hit him. What an awful accident that she will have to live with the rest of her live, but that is precisely what it was an accident, and I am pretty certain that Hollis would forgive her, I pray that she can forgive herself.

I am gathering up the energy to go out and work on my yard. My bulbs are starting to show and the grass is a tint greener, but it sure does look yucky in my yard. Mark is out cutting branches and I am going to be hauling them to the burn pile. However here I sit in front of the computer.

I am supposed to be in Florida right now, but I had no one to cover my shift, and we most likely would have just come back for the funeral. So Jade is to be going down with my sister, brother-in-law and 4 year old nephew on Thursday and will be coming back with my parents in the middle of April. This may be the reason I don't want to do anything as I was looking so forward to spending some time with my parents for a week in a more sunny and warm clement and I am stuck here in my dreary yard.

I better just get up, put on my windbreaker and find some gloves.

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I really should......