a little quilting, reading, and an occasional cookie
Saturday, February 18, 2017
The Signs are Pointing
Yes, indeed, the signs of spring are all around us. The temperatures are so mellow I sat out on the porch yesterday in the afternoon sun and read my book for awhile. I could hear somewhere in the distance a robin, the true sign of spring here in the north. I couldn't see it but I could hear it.
But there are other signs, too. The gold finches are turning back to yellow.
The sap is running and this little squirrel was licking the sap from this branch like you'd handed him an ice cream cone.
And this morning PH hung our first batch on the clothesline. When you live at the top of a hill in the woods you can go out in your jammies and no one notices, unless your wife has a camera.