I’m not sure exactly what this is. Some kind of wild rose. I don’t think it’s multiflora, though. It volunteered last year and seems to be thriving.
The sedum is not dead, either. Yay!
Happy violets in the back field are happy. Doves are nesting in the for tree by my patio and cooing their little hearts out. Little brown birds are everywhere. My irises and surprise lilies are poking up from the ground, too. It’s Spring!
pencil on steno paper
Piglet
Polly
It’s still raining! But the grass that was brown yesterday? Today it’s green. And I can see happy, yellow daffodils across the street.
Actually, more like stormy. We’ve had intermittent thunder and lightning since last night, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon. It’s wet out there, yo. Wet and LOUD.
Sometimes I wish I knew what goes on in her little head.
Meet Polly’s new friend. She’s been frantically trying to get to it through the patio window. Silly goose.
We have motion sensitive lights at work. We were assured that they would be able to detect the movement of people working in their cubicles. Well, that turns out to be untrue. I can’t even trigger the lights by standing up and waving my arms around. I have to get up, walk into the aisle, and wave my arms. Every 5 minutes. Or I can just sit in the dark.
I’m pretty sure it’s giving me the finger.
My last fish died, just a couple of days after Franny tore her ACL. It was like the start of a really pitiful country song. I don’t miss the fish so much as I miss the gurgling, splashing sound from the filter. I buried Fishstick under my butterfly bush, but it took me a few days to get around to cleaning out the aquarium. Not two minutes after I’d done so, and had it propped upside down in the tub to drain, Piglet was on the scene and looking for a way to get inside it. Brat.
red paper boat 