oh, happy day: first wet knees of 2010
BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE BLEW IN SATURDAY, with its relentless 50-plus mile-per-hour winds, there was a brief moment of sanity. The snow was finally melting, revealing the first bulbs, and the very best part: I got my knees wet in the process of going to have a closer look. The outdoor garden season is officially upon us (once the broken branches stop swirling, that is). May we all ruin many pairs of pants during our upcoming gardening experiments.