I don't know about you all, but spring has done sprung in Michigan. Yes you nay sayers, even if it snows this weekend, it's here and it's sticking around. Even the cranes agree with me. I actually snapped this photo just after Day Light Savings.
By the way, to whomever is the next president (I shutter even thinking that, it's one of the super negative things I've been trying not to gripe about which is one of the reasons I've not been on), can you get rid of that stupidity that is Day Light Savings? Even if you are a complete joke, you will be a hero on some level just by doing that.
Speaking of spring and birds, the song birds have been singing up a storm. Just the other evening we were commenting on the storm of sound as we got home. Between robins, cardinals, the finches, doves, jays, and the spring peeper frogs a singing, we could hardly here one another. Even though winter was a flub this year, spring is wonderful. Just ask Midge, she would love to go chat with a songbird... Look at that tail whip!
With spring we have started to foster dogs again. Meet Dodger/Wrangler. He came to us as Dodger, and left last weekend Wrangler. He has a new home and they seem to be in love with him.
He was a silly boy. Typical lab though he was mixed with something (my bet was on American Bull Terrier as he had a funny nose snout shape, the low tank of a build, and an underbite that was spectacular). We were happy to get him through until adoption but so glad to see him on his way. As are the chickens since he killed our Scarlet.
The boys were glad to have me to themselves on my day off today. I took them downtown and forced them to have hot dogs from street venders and peanut butter frozen yogurt. I'm so mean. It was a beautiful day though I should have left the jacket in the car. There was no breeze and with the sun the mid 40's felt hot with a sweatshirt and jacket. They're out with their Papa Bob while I do this and think about what to make for dinner with the left over Easter Ham. Yay... ham... again...
I do think Sullivan is missing Dodger just a bit. Because Dodger would play and play and play. Not once tackling Sullivan or keeping him form what Sullivan loves best, which is to run!
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| Jared Flood's Leaves of Grass |
Speaking of dinner, I should get to it here. I have been knitting away until I managed to hurt my finger which has brought me to an almost standstill.
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| Susan Anderson's Come What May |
I'll keep you posted and you'll get another look at all these soon I hope when they're complete.
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| The Pfeilraupe by Alpi Alpenrose |
