In theory, Spring has arrived.
Um, not from where I can see. Our daffodils finally bloomed, yes, but our shrubs and trees are still mostly bare. And the wind! My gods, the wind. One day we have temps in the 70s, the next the wind howls around the house and we’re back to heavy jackets. The cats, they are not pleased. They have lodged many loud complaints. (See this pic of a very disgruntled Octavia.)
But hey, next week will be warmer. And I plan to spend time with the cats outside on our dock, watching the muskrats play and enjoying the sun. Oh, and working on my current novel, which is going very well, thank you.
