Freeze-Frame Frolic

The dogs love nothing more than to play outside in the sunshine. Well, they might prefer chewing on a meaty bone. Now that I think of it, they rather fancy a nice, long nap on the couch. Okay, they love many things more than playing outside in the sunshine, but they do enjoy an occasional romp around the yard.

Our pleasingly plump beagle, Daisy, amuses herself by deflating one of the kids' toys.

Lupine is four months old and a feisty little thing. She is quite talented at attacking snow.

She also ambushes shoes, shadows, and bits of paper.

Watch out, Daisy. Lupine's coming for you next.

Dinner last night: cheeseburgers

Exactly one year ago:

Patience, Patience

Exactly two years ago:

Gearing Up for Summer

Exactly three years ago:

Spring Cleaning

Ignored by My Children and Moose

If you are moosephobic, this site is not for you. Far too many photos of moose are posted. Wait a minute. I do not like moose, and this is my blog. So why do I continue photographing moose? And then publishing the pictures? I am a moosephobic hypocrite. Or am I a hypocritical moosephobe? Whatever the scientific terminology, I have a problem with moose.

Look, Mommy! It's another moose.

Yeah, yeah. Go inside and wash your face, please.

And you! Hey, YOU!

That's right, I'm talking to you. Get out of here!

Okay, you can eat one more twig. And then get out of here! I mean it this time.

Dinner last night: white chili, cornbread

Bits and Pieces of Spring

We still have some snow, but we can see grass. It may be soggy and brown, but hey, IT'S GRASS.

We've raked up all the detritus that's collected in the front yard over the winter,

and we're burning it in small batches.

Kathy G asked the other day about daffodils. Well, they're finally poking through!

If you look closely, 

you can see buds on the lilac in front of my kitchen window.

A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
—Or so it seems—clears the deep refrain!

—Mark R. Slaughter

Dinner last night: spaghetti and meatballs

Exactly one year ago:

Please, Sir, I want Some More . . . 

Exactly four years ago:

Mud Puddle Fun