I planted a shrub yesterday. The untreated soil round here is the stiffest clay- and I broke a spade in half trying to lever a clump of some gritty conglomerate out of the hole. I softened things up with a scatter of Matthew's manure.
I saw my first butterfly of the spring this afternoon. A red admiral- sunning itself on a nettlebed.
The cat just brought in another of its little playmates and chased it behind a chest of drawers. So far as I know it's still there. This could run and run.