Ugh. That's too hot.
I had a very intense bout of spring fever yesterday, and I think I'm over it now, with a good, solid bout of allergies and the summer too-hots.
Only the upside-down cherry tomato plants are hardened off to enjoy the sun, today. I'm going to work on the rest of the garden plants this weekend, it's nice having the extra two days, as on Friday I can start them off right after an evening out on Thursday, and with detailed instructions John can set everything out on Monday for any prescribed amount of time.
I'm still expecting One Last Frost or One Last Snowfall before Mother's Day; but I'll let the plants soak up the sun until then.
We all went to the Maundy Thursday service last night. Yes, it was Wednesday, but a scheduling conflict in the midst of a remodel of the church, and we bent. :-) It's the most depressing service of the year, for me, but it's a good foil to Easter, and kind of makes it complete for the old Catholic guilt hungry part me, makes the season something more than mindless candy hunts. Amusingly enough, Jet's pre-school is doing an "egg hunt" (no mention of Easter, it's all just bunnies and eggs and spring and colors, it tickles the pagan tendencies in me of just celebrating the season and enjoying the new green grass underfoot) on Friday. Jet's talking about how cool it is that God comes back to life, which spooks me somewhat.
Ah, old reflexes.
Jet was more patient than I was with the whole thing, and in the last quarter of the service, came into the worship area and, clear as a bell said, "Mom, you promised to come back and you didn't."
So I went with him to the kidcare area, and we played blocks, and when other kids came I helped make them all paper airplanes so they could fly them while the parents had their boring board meetings. That was fun.