I had hoped to get a lot done over the weekend, but life intervened.

We woke up Saturday and the weather was rainy and wet, so instead of gardening, I replaced the broken bricks in our walks and driveways. It was something we could do in the damp weather.

Then we got the call we had been waiting for. Grandson James Wescott Atwell was born at 6:49 a.m., weighing 7 pounds 15.3 ounces and 20.5 inches long. We didn't drive down to Medford, Mass., this weekend to make our first acquaintance with him, but we will soon. But we did spend a lot of time talking on the phone with his parents and sister and looking at photos online. You have to love the Internet.

Here is one with James and his mother, Marah. (Yes, I know it isn't gardening, but it is part of the reason I didn't garden.)

The other set of grandparents came up to look after big sister Alana and made Easter eggs. Here is the result, so she won't feel left out.

We declared Sunday too cold and windy to do gardening outside. In fact, the leaves were blowing back into places we had raked the previous weekend, and the soil was too damp to work with for planting vegetables.

So, from a gardening standpoint, it was a down weekend. Everything else was good. We have to keep it all in perspective.

In Sunday's column I discuss my gardening plans for the summer, assuming the temperature ever cooperates.

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