Spend most of it outside, wandering around to see what's popping in the garden, other then knee-deep weeds.
And there it was, our little crabapple tree, bursting into bloom. To the delight of the bees who were swarming it in large numbers. You could hear them hum in content at the bounty of the fragrant, newly opened blossoms.
I love that little tree. In the spring it puts on such a show, which is followed by sweet, golden applets with red cheeks.