All of our indoor plants are still leaning towards the window, weeks after I thought we’d be able to move them outside. For good reason, they all seem to think that it’s a weak sunned summer. I don’t think plants handle transplant shock very well after they’ve started blooming:

And here’s a shot comparing the Yellow Pear’s leaves, above, with the Early Girl’s, below:

Meanwhile, nothing that we planted in the ground has poked up yet, but there are new sprouts slowly coming up in the lettuce and spinach pot. Once again, the cat (?) came back and this time dug up the pot with the parsley seeds. Really, I need no gifts from cats. I’m starting to feel sympathy for the ranchers who helped kill off the Thylacine.

P.S. It snowed last weekend.  It’s late April.  It wasn’t supposed to snow in late March, either.