Breaking Up

Dear Diary,

It seems that old Father Winter is finally losing its grip on my little pond.  At this time of year, the ice is breaking up and there are open patches of water which look especially nice when the wind tickles the surface.  It won't take long now before we can declare in a loud voice, "Ice out!"  It seems late this year.

I was hoping that John, my other helper, would be able to come this morning to begin working on the dooryard fence which needs some pickets replaced before being painted but rain may delay that.  Ah well, it is April.  I saw my first daffodil yesterday!