If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that lovely hubby has been sick but is on the mend. This is particularly reassuring for yours truly because I’ve been fetching, getting and buying him everything from remedies to mythical British drinks that don’t exist in Canada.
I’d tell you Spring is starting to show its lovely head and it’s absolutely beautiful out. Yesterday, it was sunny and not below zero, so we took the fuzz-balls for a walk. It was like we had emerged from a long period in jail or something because we both had amazed, bewildered looks on our faces wondering at the fact that we could show our skin to the elements without fear of immediate frostbite.
Our dogs, on the other hand, are sad that their beloved blizzards are over. They try to sit on the little bits of remaining snow in the yard and ignore the dry, grassy ground around them.
In other words, they’re nuts.