Day Nineteen 2012

Dear beautiful Spring weather, I miss you. Was it something I said? ~"Skipper" Kim Corbin

Day Eighteen 2012

The orange cat face staring at me through my front door window belongs to none other than Lily. She wants inside because it is freezing cold outside. I would let her inside if she was my cat. She belongs to our next door neighbor, but she hangs out on our front porch, all curled up on one of the wicker rocker cushions. I do feel sorry for her that she never gets to go inside a warm home. So I put a blanket in the chair she sleeps in all the time, thinking she'd be all over that. Instead, we found her curled up on the cushion on the other rocking chair that sits beside "her chair". Cats are so weird. I do admire their independent spirit. But I wouldn't turn down a warm blanket on a cold night.

Day Seventeen 2012

My house looks like it's under water. We did get soaked today as a strong cold front pushed through here. Thankfully for us, there were no severe storms like some endured. I think the Farmer's Almanac predicted a mild, wet winter for the south. I'm loving the mild, but I can do without all this wet. The sun'll come out....tomorrow?

Day Sixteen 2012

The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination. ~Terri Guillemets

Day Fifteen 2012

"The only thing worth stealing is a kiss from a sleeping child." ~ Joe Houldsworth

I stole a bunch of those this afternoon from six week old grandpeep Knox. His grandpa and I sure did enjoy our brief visit with him and daughter Kelly and son in law Kerry. He's a warm, soft little bundle and we are always reluctant to let go of him. Hope we didn't spoil him too much. Thanks for the kisses, Knox! Looking forward to stealing some more in the near future.