yesterday, there was sun

I picked a bouquet of daffodills and the afternoon sun came in through the dining room windows to make them shine in glory. Just a little eye candy.

That was yesterday. This morning, I watched the clouds ease in. Whisps of feathery cirrus that just kept piling up untill the sky is a high flat white. But it was still warm. (Over 50 seems warm to us.) So DH and I went for a drive in the country. What a treat! Hillsides covered with dark evergreens are decorated in splotches with the bright yellow-green of new leaves in the alder thickets. We were taking winding country roads, and occasionally we would round a corner and see some old homestead, now abandoned, with a cherry tree gone ferral in the front yard, unpruned and towering like lost but enthusiastic cloud.

Then we passed a field where lambs were at play, and I turned into a babbling, cooing idiot. "Lambies! Baby lambies! Oh look, sweetheart! Little baby lambies! Oh, let's stop!"

"Not unless you bring my wife back," he said.

We were on a twisty country road with an impatient young man in a pickup behind us, ( and driving close enough to read the map over my shoulder if he were sufficiently literate )and even in my cutness-stricken state, I could see that there was no way in hell that young Bubba behind us would understand me wanting to jump out and take pictures of the little baby lambies. As any cattle rancher will tell you, "They're nothin' but pasture maggots!"



So, in lieu of adorable photos of little baby lambies cavorting in the spring meadow, I give you a picture of the hat I am going to wear to the Harlot's talk. It's in progress of course. It will be a work of art and is titled, "I am the lizzard Queen!"

Amy, as far as I know, Blue Moon does not have a retail outlet, but if they have a sock-monkey pattern available at the talk, I will get it for you.