Here it is — the end of a chilly, rainy week. The sun came out on Monday and everything is beginning to jump out of the ground. We’ve been busy on the job sites. It is amazing how quickly the weeds grow. I have a fine patch of mugwort in every bed. It has escaped into the lawn in some places — bound for glory it seems.

We have started wearing sunglasses to protect our eyes from the spitting cress. Just bumping the plant sends seeds flying in every direction including our faces.

I have begun putting my dahlia tubers into the soil. I had stored them over the winter in large grain bags with peat moss all around each clump. In the pouring rain last week I started taking them out of the bags. The peat moss was bone dry — so dry, in fact, that the rain never penetrated. It was so odd to be totally drenched with powder flying all around.

These particular dahlias were the third year after I started them from seed. They bloomed that first summer and formed tiny tubers. This past fall, after a freeze, I dug them and found clumps easily a foot wide and deep.

The package of seed cost a couple of dollars and I have at least 50 plants. Those individual plants sell for $12 in the nursery. I confess, I am a bit smug.

Very early one morning last week I heard a continuous tapping. I finally discovered a robin picking at himself in the window. He was either fighting with the “other bird” or was enamored by her?

The turkeys on Skiff avenue are in some sort of display all day long. It is high spring after all.

My bok choy, planted in January in an unheated greenhouse, was available for picking. I chopped it raw into one inch pieces, added olive oil and a jar of last year’s Dilly beans. There is nothing quite like the first greens of spring.

Since I am in the kitchen mood, I should share my crustless quiche concoction. I sauteed several vegetables — broccoli, cauliflower, onions and green beans. Then I put them into a crock pot with an egg and feta mixture. It was hot and ready in a few hours. Also, when whipping up scrambled eggs or a souffle, the eggs are fluffier when water is added instead of milk. A quarter cup is right for a dozen eggs.

I took a fit recently when trying to get the Bobbex sprayer to work. Naturally, I had left the mixture in the spray bottle all winter. Live and rarely ever learn.

At any rate, after probing with safety pins and paper clips, I finally cut the end off with my Felcos. I certainly got a steady stream after that. The deer have been destroying the emerging day lilies and hostas. They like their spring greens also.

One of my spring favorites are the tiny mayflowers. They are everywhere — in yards and along the roadsides.

The presidential primary race is extremely tiresome. For starters, it’s all Trump all the time. This is purely the fault of the media. No other candidate gets so much free air time.

I, for one, cannot imagine why a person would submit themselves to such a grueling year. Then, if they win, it’s by far the worst job in the world. I’m one of the baffled ones concerning the process.

Hillary won the Nebraska primary on Tuesday by 10 points. She gets no delegates. They were selected in April when Bernie won the caucus in that state. Just when I thought I understood the caucuses.

If Donald Trump wins the presidency I’m making up some bumper stickers: Never Thought I’d Miss W.