Remember when our popsicles were icicles?
Lloyd shot the cedar falls outside of our bedroom window. Why, we could go into business with all of these popsicles!
While John is on Bonaire for a 9-week vacation, we are taking care of Jasmine. Our appointment with a vet happened on a day Jasmine would rather forget. Bundled up in my mother’s soft afghan, it was snowing ‘cats and dogs’ when we left the house. Can’t you just hear Jasmine singing “O what a beautiful morning . . . everything’s going my way!”
The vet gave her a thorough checkup, and prescribed drops to clear up what may have been an allergy that caused matter to form in her eyes. Heading out of the Doon Hospital, hail was pounding down fast and furiously!
This whole week has been ideal for the flow of maple sap. Each night the temperature dips below zero, and then climbs up into the plus range during the day. It’s wondrous to realize that the tall, bare maples are busy working on their two-month preparations for their spring fashion show. They usually aim to flaunt their green finery before the 24th of May.
I was busy all day in the studio, painting the background of the stallions. With the window open a bit, sounds of the outdoors came in. Crows flapped out of the woods, announcing that it was high time they picked up twigs and got started on their nests. Cardinals whistled, not full throttle, mind you. They don’t want anyone to know that they might be slightly off key, not having whistled a single note during the long Arctic-like winter.