The days are getting longer. Dusk, thankfully, no longer creeps in at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. The birds are beginning to dust off their voices, cherry trees are starting to put on their gaudy show, and the sound of a single, far-off lawnmower recently struck panic in my rain-addled brain. Summer isn't far away, and the muddy area around our home - currently strewn with rocks, heavy machinery, one creatively named Honey Bucket - will soon be a playground for two stir-crazy, free-range toddlers and their put-upon cucciolone.
Taking the long view, though, someday not so far away this current state of disarray will be a hazy memory; hopefully half-remembered while sipping something wonderful from the comfortable perch of a lawn-chair.
In that spirit of wishful thinking, here are the "before" pictures: