Valentine's Day -- Snow, An Orchid, Spaniels, and ... More Snow

February 14th: Saint Valentine's Day.

Thank you, dear Howard, for the orchid.  It's warming up in the sunroom.
The Fed Ex man braved our snowy landscape to deliver it on time.  :-)

I haven't seen my husband since Wednesday morning, 

when he left for work in New York City, ahead of the big snowstorm.  

It was a stay-in-the-city type of storm, and so he did.  

He'll be home tonight.  

How fitting . . . home for Valentine's Day.  :-)  Or, night.

Nothing says Love like cardboard cut-outs and

a chain of flocked hearts, from Dollar Tree.

I win the cheesy holiday decorating award!

I spent a total of $4 for my decor.

How romantic is that?  For most husbands . . . very.

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So, we have some snow.

You probably do,too.

If you live in the Northeast USA.

Or parts of the South!

The morning was glorious, with ice-coated trees just glistening

in the sunshine.  Those sparkly hills in the distance, below,

are several miles away; I could not stop looking at them!

Glitter! 

And then, there are our dogs, Dylan and Gilda.

Life has become rather restricted for them since the snow!

(If you follow on email, and no video shows up in this space,
you can go to the blog itself for our dogs frolicking in fresh snow.)

If you, like we, have more than two feet of snow from

two weeks' worth of snowfall . . . good luck and stay warm!

Happy Valentine's Day!

Eat some chocolate.  -- Cass

A Fine Romance

When last we left our cast of seedy characters,
Gilda The Housemaid was spotted
cozying up to the master of the house.

But, sly minx that she is, that was only a smokescreen.

Her real target was not The Colonel.

No, it was the ne'er-do-well, wastrel son of the family, 
Dylan DiPoochy.

I caught them this morning in flagrante delicto.

(Well, actually, in the Study is where I really caught them.
We don't have a Flagrante Delicto at That Old House.)

   You think I haven't noticed what's been happening, you two? 

Ha!  It takes more than smokescreens and red herrings

to fool a canny old woman like me! 

"Don't be mad, Mom!"

While I can't say I am thrilled at this May-December romance,

at least I know there won't be any grandchildren.

As for The Body in the Library,
who was it who lay, lifeless, in that big red bag?

Well, silly me.

It was one of the Indoor Potty Christmas Trees.

 And now there's another one just like it, and they're both

hanging like giant bats from a cellar joist.

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 That's enough silly for today.

 But we have to do something to 
jolly up this time of the year!

 New York is one of only two metropolitan areas

in the USA that receives more than 50-percent

of its annual snowfall after Ground Hog Day.  

Well, isn't that special?

Time to hunker down -- Cass 

  

"So, is it my fault he licks himself there?  Men!"