Wow. April already. Almost. Finally.
It takes so long every year to get through winter. It's purely perception, I know. But I hate the too few daylight hours, and the cold.
April is when I invariably tell myself that Christmas is going to be here before I know it and I should start shopping early for once. But I won't. Shop early.
April is when yardwork starts in earnest. Gardens to be replanted. Lawns to be mowed. Birdfeeders to be maintained.
And best of all, just like February means Nascar, April means Baseball and The Masters!
Well, here at my house it does, anyway
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