We're not as flowerful as you, but we have BUGS!

What's a birth flower? I guess it is not so bad to have a Wilde Three one with violet eyes as mine - whatever it is.

How did my birthday move back to February! Please. I'm old enough already. Hint: My birthday is the date of the first announced spring-tour Moodies concert two years in a row - I think. My sister's birthday is the date of the first summer-tour concert. My brother's birthday is right about the time the Moodies used to play Pine Knob. My mother was born on St. Patrick's Day, my father was born on my baptismal date, and my grandmother was born on Valentine's Day. Here's another hint: My due date was April 1, but I was too foolish to come out on time. Daddy brought home some chocolate eclairs for Mum, and she couldn't wait to sink her teeth into one. I was an anorexic baby, and I caused such a scene, Mum had to forego the eclair until they got me out. Hint 3: You still have time to wish me happy birthday on-time this year and buy me lots of up-close tickets to Moodies concerts. Hint 4: If you don't know my birthday, then how do you know from which planet and galaxy I hail and how to properly calibrate my age? You could county my tree rings, but since you are a Relativist, you would have to know how fast my spaceship got here relative to all the other spaceships out there. Bla ha ha.

That said, you are obviously a February baby, and I did not wish you a happy birthday. I did not even buy you a complete set of ESJ's to make you merry. Here. Let me get you an emoticon. There.

Well, back to the topic, I spied some snow drops in one patch, a pathetic bush of wannabe honeysuckle blooms, about four varieties of wildflowers with blooms the size of forget-me-knots, lots of patches of bulb growth rising like green onions in the grass, and a bunch of shells that perched on the riverbank. They do that, you know. They don't have any animals inside. The shells just walk around and open up . . . The temperature is still over 60oF. I almost ran back inside to scream to everyone, "It's warm!" when I walked out the door and it was warmer outside than in.

Back to spring? I love honeysuckle, too; but I don't like to eat it. My first experience with edible flowers was at a wedding reception. We had a naturalist at our table who told us we could eat the pansies. So, like a bunch of rubes or dinosaurs, we started munching on the garnishes in a giggly, fearful kind of way. I've often wanted to start chewing on the centerpiece like that Chinese lady in that movie where the evil people took over and made the intellectuals knaves. I only saw part of it, how they hung typerwriters around the necks of guys and stepped on one guy's glasses. I think the lady was the wife of the figurehead that was making it happen or something. Something just triggered "Doin' Time" to play in the brain.

Here's my homework: We had a little rain last night, so the grass is a tad less straw-colored. Last night, I left work to a chorus of frogs rather than the lonely frog. Both go woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh. The latter, in a falsetto; the former, sounding like an alien spaceship.

Back on topic, I saw my first wormie of the year. And some people get to see Justin live. Sigh?

That sounds like a job for Jennifer Wilmer. We were building bus shelters, and I bought the "wrong" color of shingles. Nobody told me they had to be green, and the brown ones were so much prettier. Well, I had to redo the roof. I enjoy shingling, but I had all the old stuff on the ground, and I was wondering how I would dispose of it. Well, Jennifer was driving by, stopped to say hello, and hauled it all away for me. That was sweet.

We have daffodils now in one yard. There are more crocuses of the purple and gold varieties. One place has red buds in bloom. Branches are becoming wick in shades of red and green. One forsythia was beginning to bloom. One guy is starting to get phlox. This morning, I saw little cows all over. It reminded me of the baby lambs (No, not the keyboardist in Chicago) I used to see. I took the overland route between jobs in the way back when. It was so beautiful in spring. Trees blossomed in pastels, and the little farm animals were cute. I liked the lambs because their legs were cylindrical, like the alien's in "The Day the Earth Stood Still." It hit my cute button. Oh, yes. The humans were driving around with their windows down and their music playing.

Things are somewhat greener, and I am smelling something related to photosynthesis. The temperatures are good enough to be outside after dark again.