First Skipper of the Season

Whatever season this is. Not Easter yet, but feels like an old-fashioned summer. Not a chilly coastal summer either, but hot and still. I dug my baggy linen pants from the back of the closet, and a loose comfortable shirt. Doesn't happen very often. By noon it was too hot to do any weeding, but I had taken the day off anyway since my back was starting to go. It's going to be a tough year in the garden; things aren't looking too perky out there after such a dry winter. The only stuff that is prospering is the stuff we are pulling out with great abandon--weeds of all kinds are lush and juicy.