Today is the first day of Daylight Savings Time, which—firstly is an oxymoron, emphasis on “moron”—is my least favorite day of the year. Readers of my blog will note a post I wrote a few years ago on the topic (and will probably also note that I complain about this every year). I’m definitely one of those people whose sleep and mood suffers from this ridiculously outdated practice of shifting the time. But I do hear there’s a bill making its way through Congress that would stop this nonsense. Apparently it has a lot of support. Unfortunately, the proposal is to keep the DST and not move the clocks back an hour to ST in November. As a dyed-in-the-wool morning person, I want the daylight in the morning, not the evening, plus it makes sense for kids going to school of a winter morning. We morning people, though, appear to be a minority.

When we did finally roll out of bed this morning (8 o’clock, which is really sleeping in for us), we headed over to Maryland’s Brookside Gardens (all pictures below taken from there). I could spend every day of the rest of my life walking around gardens, forests, and parks and be quite happy. Our household is hungering for spring, and Hubby’s been working hard in the garden. Because he covers thing in hoop houses over winter, we have lettuce, pak choy, cabbage, kale, chard, and a few other things. One week this year I’m going to eat nothing but what comes from our garden. Stay tuned for that body-cleansing adventure.

Today is National Pi Day (to celebrate the mathematical constant that matches today’s date: 3.14). To celebrate, I made an actual pie with leftover pumpkin pie batter that’s been in the freezer since Thanksgiving.