It hit 80 yesterday. I went looking for things to make a spring bouquet with though, and there's nothing besides my daffodils, which are wilting now in the heat. So there is just going to be a small vase of daffodils on the table this weekend. Laura's are coming on Saturday, and Hannah's on Sunday (as the Mennonites used to put it).
I have made a Boston Cream Pie (first time in years) and we are going to have a cook-out tomorrow while CJ and Larry work on our inside stairs. They are rebuilding the whole stairway. We have been living with plywood stairs for quite a while, so this will be a big improvement. We also have plans to take out the carpet in the upstairs hall but that will have to wait for another day.
Oh yes, and I have chicks, another definite sign of spring. Just eight, but they are a kind I've never had before, and I enjoy trying out new types of chickens.
