Tally so far this month: one, from March 2nd.
This will make 2 posts, so I have a pretty good chance
of beating my sorry February record.
It's not that there's nothing going on around That Old House.
Well, yes, actually . . . there is nothing going on around That Old House.
Of course, there's always the weather.
On Saturday, after Gilda's bath (which explains the crazy curly hair),
she and Dylan heard tap-tap-tapping on the Sunroom roof.
Lo and behold . . . snow.
Not piles and piles of it, but eventually it covered the ground
and bushes, and even this Monday morning there are lingering
snow lumpers here and there in the yard.
We are how many days away from Spring?
And expecting more snow tonight.
Ah, Mother Nature.
You are such a cut-up.
At That Old House, there are always the dogs to talk about.
For Mary's Mosaic Monday (link below),
I've done a couple of canine collages.
Gilda went to the pet shop on Friday.
She came home with an Easter dress.
If I start dressing the dogs in footie pajamas and
walking them all over town in a double stroller,
arrange for an intervention, promise?
How is your March shaping up?
Howard's got a nasty case of conjunctivitis, in both eyes,
Anne's got a hacking cough,
the house is a museum of winter fustiness,
and I am still one lucky middle aged frau. -- Cass
Now, go visit Mary's beautiful Little Red House blog,
for Mosaic Monday
Her mosaic is a dreamy, Welcome Spring collage of tiny, tender blooms.