Spring

Some days really *do* have the feeling of being "the  first". Today certainly had the feel of the first day of spring. I enjoyed a whole cup of coffee on the porch, without having to go in half way because me or the coffee got cold and I had a long walk, spotting the first blue anemone of the year in the grove nearby (extra). 

I also took my elderly neighbour. Mr T to the barber to shave his test-beard off since he grew tired of it but it was too long to cut with his normal razorblade. While there I had my own hair cut as well. It got swept aside to the heap of his last costumer who apparently still had his hair color intact. Mine is the silver hair. (Extra)