I have dug and mowed and mulched and mowed and planted and mulched and mowed and rearranged and dug and discovered ticks and black flies and mowed and it is now raining, and I can stop doing stuff.
As a friend of mine is fond of saying, "I have leaped onto my horse and am about to ride off in all directions", and I never understand that more than when summer arrives.
All the apple trees are in full flower, the lilacs and early peonies are one step away from blooming. This is the time of year I really like best, when the tidying up is done and all those wonderful varied mounds of green are about to turn into something else. All that potential, all those possiblities.