This weekend it was 80+ degrees in Boston. Which is weird because you may not know this but IT'S APRIL. It is completely bizarre to be sweating from the sun when there are no leaves on the trees. It confuses my brain which, let's be honest, would probably be more used to seeing snow on the trees in April than hot hot sun on them.
I have been spending a lot of time on my porch garden.

It looks good, right? I planted a few things from seeds and they are actually growing (aside from about 6 seed pots which were duds. Phlox? Peppers? Wherefor art thou?) and that excites me. Sometimes at night I bring them inside like a nervous mother. I hope the birds or squirrels don't eat them. Hmm, maybe I should run home and bring them back in and wrap them with a blanket and make them tea...
Anyway. So, the porch. It's nice! But in the morning (actually any time until about 2PM) it is hard to sit out there because of the GLARING SUN. I mean, sun in your face burning your skin off.
And now it is also home to The Swarm. You sit out there (in the glaring sun, being blinded) and five to ten giant bees buzz around your head. Some just sit there flying in one spot, seemingly staring at you. I call those the Zen Bees. Yesterday I looked it up and deduced that they are
carpenter bees. I like that they are described as "gregarious" and they also may have gay tendencies since the women soemtimes live together. Or maybe that's just a phase they go through in college. Something else I read said that the male bees tend to hover to intimidate, mostly it's just really annoying.
Sitting out there has become not terribly pleasant with the end of the world bee situation and the glaring sun so I decided maybe I should clean off the back porch. I hadn't been out there since I moved in in September and... oh, it was gross. It was home to a couch, a disgusting chair filled with cat shit (!!!), and about fifty seven empty Bud Light bottles. But look at it now!

I should have taken a before picture. But you are probably glad I didn't. The Dude asked why the cats would shit on the chair and I was like, "well, some cat probably peed on it and then they just kept trying to one up each other." Lovely!
I am looking forward to going home and sitting outside with a beer and not getting attacked by bees. My dreams, they are big.