Breakfast was two toasted slices of Gretchen’s Italian bread with homemade strawberry jam and a cup of coffee.
After breakfast, Gretchen and I went out to survey Winter’s damage. Along the way, I noticed that our crocus had finally opened.
Gretchen had gone postal on some volunteer Poplar trees that got away from a screen growing in our front pasture yesterday. We cut down the last few this morning.
After that, we thought we had earned a cold Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, which we drank sitting on the porch and enjoying the view.
It was lunch time by then, so we went ahead and made three bean and cheese quesadilla’s and split them along with another Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.
After lunch, I went back out and edged the West side of the driveway (photo left). It does not sound like much, but it was more than 200 yards — far enough to wear through the skin on my hands. I will do the other side after my hands heal.
I just thought I would get another shot of the crocus. 
We just had chips and salsa and another couple of Sierra Nevada Pale Ales for dinner.