Springtime... and the realization that I simply cannot complete all the things that I thought I MUST complete.
There is some peace in surrender.
The Balrog had her first ride in a rowboat this morning.

We spotted an old friend named George.

George is a koi who has survived 3.5 years of our absence, and concomitant dry summers with no added water (pond almost dries up during the drier summers unless we add water) and many years of predation by osprey and blue herons. We hate blue herons.
George doesn't mind us humans, and even seems to gather 'round if we offer him shade via small boat.

There is a bit of a mystery with George... We think he might actually be Frank. We thought George was the sole survivor several years ago (was the hatred for blue herons mentioned already...) but the Missus and I remember George as being 3 feet long and with no black markings on the top of his back.
This George is about 2', maybe 2.5', and lots of black markings.

I innocently suggest that we vacate the boat so papa can get back to work moving and stacking siding for the big job coming up this weekend...
You try to get a Demon of the Ancient World Reincarnated as a 3 Year Old Girl to get out of her first small boat ride!
"Push off Papa! PUSH OFF!" It sounds cute as heck, but I know the lingering suffering and death that lurks around the choice-nexus of the next few seconds. Choosing to savor as much of this lovely spring as possible, I follow her soprano directions...


This is the garden... Hidden inside there are grape vines, asparagus, blueberries, strawberries, fig trees, cherry trees... much else.

While the Missus and I wage a slow and painful war on the blackberries and their allies who have completely buried the garden in the last 3.5 years, the Balrog pitches in like this:

Which is just the perfect amount of help. I love it.
Occasionally she requires a ride in her palanquin and deigns to acknowledge her subjects:

