The violets are starting to bloom already.
Bless their pretty little faces, their promise of warmth and color.
And while Gibson was napping yesterday, Owen and I had a tea party and he wanted to make me dessert so he went into the kitchen and brought out plates for us. Each one held two small sweet peppers and two grapes. We munched and crunched companionably and discussed things. He's such a sweet boy.
And a healthy chef.
They're finally getting around to putting in those railroad ties I guess. They're doing something on the railroad. And it's Wednesday and I need to go put on my walking clothes and get out there in gloom and doom and set one foot in front of the other.
Angie D sent me a video clip this morning and I've watched it and it made me tear up a little.
There's a little backstory which explains part of the video and it goes like this: