Once the snow started to melt, I started a ritual which will last until next winter: walking the yard. The tulips and day lilies are poking thru, even though there is still snow in the front yard. The recent thaw has turned the back yard into a quagmire full of snow and standing water. The deer trail is in evidence. Pat and I planted sacrificial hosta in the hopes that the garden gods will be satisfied with our offering to the deer. I still think that I could run the deer over with the Aztec, but I don’t want to stay up all night waiting for them. That and I can’t figure out how to get the Aztec into the back yard. While in the back yard I discovered a duck highway. Just imagine how many ducks there must have been.