About five goldfinches swept through the garden yesterday morning, fluttering for a while around the seed heads of last year's verbena blossoms. It's a good thing Dave and I didn't cut them down -- we were talking about it just a few days ago. This is the only decent picture I got. Those little devils move constantly and getting a clear shot (particularly out a window) is a challenge!
Later, Dave and I took Olga to Fortune Green and the cemetery. The daffodils are looking good...
...as are some of the blooming trees in the cemetery.
The primroses are out, too.
Otherwise, it was mostly a day to stay home. I took all the rescued windows into the back garden and washed them with water and dish soap, and at least now they're fit to keep inside.
Last night Dave and I watched "Hello, Dolly!" with Barbra Streisand. I know -- SO GAY. Believe it or not, I had never seen it -- I didn't even really know the plot, though of course I'd heard some of the songs. It's cornball, and Streisand delivers some of her lines like she's Groucho Marx, and Walter Matthau was a very strange casting choice to play her suitor -- but we still enjoyed it. As is often true when we watch an old movie, I got on IMDB and read about it -- did you know one of the dancers who played a secondary character came to a very bad end less than ten years later? That's a bit of tragic Hollywood lore I never knew!