I’d be the first to admit I’m a procrastinator. (Well, I would, but since I procrastinate, I probably should take that back.)
Today, at long last, I stowed the snow shovels in the garage, where they will hibernate until the next time they're needed.
Those shovels got quite a workout last winter. I let them rest on the front porch for most of the spring, but recently moved them to the front of our barn of a garage. There they stood, catching rays, until today.
I must admit it was high time to finish the job: At 7:28 a.m. today, summer officially arrived.