The watched-pot theory prevails: I went out yesterday for a half-hour and, naturally, that's when the flowers came. After staring anxiously at the mailbox for a week, I should've known to just look away for a minute. So yay! Everything on its way out now!
On another note, and now that I'm ready to sit down and relax, does anyone have any recommendations for some fun, light reading? Novels, but nothing heavy? Something for spring? Romance? Villages? Mystery? Humor? Help. My nightstand is groaning under the depressing reads I've got going — none of it intentional, but still. I need some froth. Got anything for me?