Sping is sprought.

One wonders how we bring and brought but do not spring and sprought. Must be more of the weirdness of English. Nevertheless, the daffodils, even on Slow Lane are blooming and that means spring is here. Of course, I knew it was here several weeks ago, when, after having sent the kiddos out of doors they came racing back in (with me thinking--you just went out!) to say, er, scream: "CROCUSES!" It's just one kind of floral abundance after another around here, starting at the beginning of March. I actually SAW my first hummingbird today while I was out moving a pile of debris that seems to have been sitting in the same spot in our yard for along while. They seem to arrive with the blooming of the Indian Plum, a sweet native bush that has hanging down flowers. I'll take a photo sometime. I will, really. Anyway, I figure the hummers can get the au naturale nectar for a while before I start pumping out the c&h for them. I still have a bunch of 'hummingbird sugar' in the freezer from last year. That would be the plain, white, non organic variety.
Lots has been happening around here since the 15th of February, my last post. Sometimes I think, well, no one is reading it anyway, as evidenced by lack of comments, but then I hear otherwise. If you want to comment, you just click on that little thing below the post that says 0 Comments and then, when I see that you have made a comment, I can write one back to you, and we can have a pseudo conversation about all the interesting stuff you are reading about on my blog. If not, I guess I will keep believing that no one reads this stuff and exist under the impression that I write it just to hear myself type, or to keep a record of some of the stuff that goes on in my kids' lives, since I'm not a scrapbooker, or maybe just so I can say, when I'm in THAT kind of a crowd that I have a blog.
Another happening in my garden is that I have a Daphne bush. I keep saying that if my last name wasn't Doggett I would probably have a kid named Daphne, even with Scooby Doo, because a Daphne is the most heavenly scented flower that I have smelled ever, with the possible exception of a scented rhododendron that my friend Jenny has. Whenwe lived in Bellevue, there as a row of Daphes right outside our back deck, and it was the best thing ever. So, when my friend was tearing this one out of her front yard ("You can't eat it.") I said, "Hey, that's a Daphne!" and voila! it was mine. I have an 'ever blooming' one too, but it doesn't smell as much as these lovely spring blooming daphnes do. yum yum yum. Come by and have a sniff. You will not be disappointed.