Do you hear them peepers? For the last week when I've walked Ellie in the morning, I've heard the peepers. A sure sign of spring . . . . along with the first of the daffodils I've forced to bloom. I pick them when they are only a few inches tall and it is amazing how much and how quickly they grow in water.
Last evening I headed an hour south to hook with the Hidden Hills hookers. It was a rainy drive down ~ which in daylight wasn't too bad, but an unpleasant drive home in the dark. Oh, I must be getting old. Driving in the rain at night never used to bother me . . . sigh.
It was worth the trip. I finally started sewing the braid on my snowman. I got most of it done there and finished the rest when I got home. I think it looks pretty good, don't you? I will post another picture when it is totally done.
These are some very talented ladies. So much eye candy :)
So happy today is POETS day.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Pug hugs :)