Spring seems to come, finally. Still a bit stuttering, though, average temperatures go up and down 10 degrees every two days.
On of the common situations in which a heart attack is not unexpected is while plowing snow. Now that I have survived that, ploughing might get me a second change.
At least I got the nearly thigh-high lawn mowed by now, the dead reed around the pond is mostly cut off, the rhododendrons got a handful of quite expensive compound fertiliser each, and this and that and those, too, but a lot is left to-do, still; the garden-year just started.