Day Twenty One 2012

We've had such a mild winter so far here in middle Tennessee (and winter is only 4 weeks old) that the hyacinths and buttercups are sprouting everywhere in our yard. I say this is a case of Mother Nature fooling Mother Nature. I want to shout at them to go back inside; it's not your time yet. I'm afraid they'll all be goners if we ever get back down to subfreezing temps again in the weeks to come. I would miss their colors come spring time.

 "In a way Winter is the real Spring - the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature."
- Edna O'Brien 

Day Twenty 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

"A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous."

~~ Coco Chanel

Grand daughter Shelby is both classy and fabulous. Her Aunt Kelly gave her a gift certificate to a spa for Christmas, so she enjoyed a pedicure yesterday after school and showed it off for me this afternoon. Pretty little toes and happy feet! I love that grape-colored polish. And I love my totally fabulous (and classy) grand peep! 

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?