I'm not hot shit in a wineglass, more curried goat in a paper cup

I feel like a cad having posted on Facebook about my Uncle having died and gotten a response of a virtual hug from someone I went to high school with. I was just honoring my Uncle's memory, it's not as if I feel personally bereaved. I was not close to him. He was just this guy who happened to be my Dad's brother. I don't think my Dad was ever as close to him as I am with my brothers, they were quite different in temperament, but of course it's going to be affecting him. I don't know.

Spring is about new life, though. We have leaves starting on the trees, popping out all over! Forsythias started I think two weeks ago and are still going - they're not near as ephemeral as the cherry blossoms, which bloomed one weekend and were dropping the next.

We went for a lovely walk with littleredhead and groundctrl, yesterday, only slightly shortened from what they had planned because part of the trail was blocked off because the ospreys are nesting. We didn't see any of them, but we did see a great blue heron. (And as I'm looking this up, I wonder if the herons we saw in Regents Park were grey herons? Because the Blues don't seem to have Europe listed as in their range at all.) And then we went to see the alewives running - they go from the ocean to spawn upstream. (When I was in high school I recall seeing a guy come up from the brook with two plastic bags, one full of alewives and the other of fiddlehead greens, and he was a happy man. :) He told me food is there for the taking if you know where to look.)

Well, bedtime, now. :)