It's getting pretty close to Easter, after all.
And it IS starting to turn brown, if you look long enough to notice.
I suppose the drooping garland should come off the rails too...
And the red bows look mighty pathetic with their forlorn tails flapping in the increasingly Spring-like breeze.
Time change weekend is proabably a reasonable deadline for removing the outdoor Christmas decorations.
I'll get right on that.
As soon as The Boy wakes up.