I just love spring. The vernal equinox, which occurred this year as I was winging my way over the Atlantic, conventionally heralds the beginning of spring. As a child, it also meant that my birthday was the next day (GMT-ish). What is there not to like about spring and the rebirth, rejuvenation and regrowth of...every weed in Vinoland? Yup, did quite a bit of weeding this afternoon (and planted my first tomato plant), but I barely made a dent in the lushness that is Vinoland right now. Oh well, keeps me busy and out of trouble.
