After a while I figured out how he did some stuff, sure. In between washing glasses and minding the door and announcing, I cheerfully watched Arthur perform any chance I got. For the Magic, of course. The first seeds have hit the dirt under my grow lights upstairs. Tonight I'll sow the first of the vegetables that need starting.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring, which is usually rather academic here in Minnesota.
A week and a half ago I was squatting in front of the terraced beds out front to check on the species tulips and got the first razzing about the size of my butt from the occupants of a car going by. The pussy willows have done their thing, no matter how much they might regret it at the moment in their tiny overcoats of ice. I saw two sparrows fighting over a wisp of mulching hay. Dover the white cat managed to find some dry dirt to roll in the day before four inches of snow fell, getting a head start on his Spring Filth Quotient. All sure signs.