The daffodils and iris are all poking their leaves up through the soil -- Carol and Sue have been busy this week in the gardens, taking advantage of the weather.
Along the road, there are plenty of pussy willows in bloom. Our good friend Kate, when she was very young, used to call them "Frilly Willows" -- a young slip of the tongue that we think is perfect.
Spring is all around us. We don't have many guests this weekend, but Spencer and Windsor enjoyed collecting eggs today, dabbling in the lake (surprisingly warm in the shallows by the main dock, even if there is ice still on the far shore!)
And David only got Nancy once with an April fools' prank...