t i- i- i- i- i- i- i- i- me
is on my side
(yes it is)

this store sells elves

but not the kind that clean your house
(i checked)

springity-ding-ding-dong-dee-doh

IT'S SPRING!!!!!!

wait a minute
are you serious?
is today REALLY the last day of winter?

hold on now...
i'm suddenly feeling very verklempt...

the cupcakes were delicious
homemade frosting and everything.
(yes, i made them)
now i am five pounds heavier
and i just almost don't care
(they were that good)

it's an uprising

the little door opens
and a deluge of paper floods the house
(but i still get excited when i hear its squeaky call...)

Lenten Rose from a sunny day this weekend.

(Go HERE for today's photo of what I wore for St Pat's...)

i know that eventually i'll quit crowing about the weather
but it may take a little while

No sunshine here today at all.
But see the lumps on those branches?
They're leaves.

the forsythia are coming!
the forsythia are coming!

lookin' for my lost hour of sleep...

from a sunnier day last week
a complement of blue and orange
just hanging out there

Today was grey and dreary with a long list of chores on the agenda. I did laundry and cleaned house until I was worn out and ravenous, so Doug took me out for a late lunch with pancakes.

I was too hungry to pause to take their photo today. (Meaning the pancakes, that is.) But anytime I have pancakes I am reminded of the best pancakes in the world, made by our friend Don when we are up at the cabin on the lake in Ontario. And that reminded me that I had this photo back in the archives.

Oh yeah. Thinking about pancakes takes me there. So, please excuse me while I drool for a while... and while I go off and dream of clear, cool summer mornings seasoned with the smell of coffee and bacon and pancakes, the sound of loons on the lake, and nothing on the agenda but catching a few fish.

evidence of the upcoming springification of the neighborhood

it's gloomy and gray today
but at least it's not snowing

oh, children of winter, take heart
spring is just around the corner

it was the last apple.
but i let them have it.

Hello, darlin'
Where you been?
It's been a long time...

at the crossroads
stands a house of stone

did i say you could take our picture?

The Commute #9 -- Heading Home

(and trying very hard not to grumble about the weather-person, who is forecasting rain)

this is not a squirrel.
it is a fuzzy wuzzy little buddy.
(i always want to pet these things, too...)

fuzzy wuzzy little buddy...
(I always want to pet these things)

oh great. another squirrel.

closed on sunday

standing watch over the remnants of memories

Blue skies ... sunshine ... Saturday ... dear daughter in town...
It just doesn't get any better than that.

i'm pretty sure this is a good sign.

hangin' on...