hysteria on the homefront

"Oh!!! Oh!  _______ ,(fill in the Gardener's real name) come quick! There's something red in the back of the yard."

"It is so bright red. I think it's a carcus, fresh and big, what can it be (being a nurse I know bright red blood is fresh blood)... and the birds are pecking at it."

"Eeee...ish ...what are you going to do with it?" (I now had a mental picture of the Gardener taking a shovel out back to bury the dead.)


By now the gardener was arriving at the window where I was straining for a better view. I know he was prepared to take care of "things."


"My dear," came his gentle reply, "It's a plastic bag."


On another subject, in spite of our incredibly rare March snow yesterday, I noticed signs of spring today outside an upstairs window.