It was time, we felt, to clean up the yard, for heavens' sake. Usually, this awareness would not strike us until early May. But many of our neighbors are way ahead of us, and we find it harder and harder to argue that "we just got back from California," because it's less and less true. So I spent an hour in the cool sunshine picking up branches that the wind storms blew down over the winter, and beginning to rake.
As I pulled the leaf mulch off the west garden bed, green yarrow leaves, clover , grasses, and daisies showed themselves. Yard work is rewarding -- it's simple, the air is fresh, sun shining, no mosquitoes, and what an improvement a little effort makes! The neighbors' daughter was trying out her electric scooter, another neighbor's son went by with his friend on their unicycles, and the occasional dog walker went by with the contemplative focus that dog walkers often have.
Mid-afternoon we went to Bear Tooth to see the movie that the Municipality commissioned to celebrate the Centennial (the first lots of the Anchorage townsite were sold in the summer of 1915, and we will be hearing a great deal more about the Centennial in the coming months).