Living in a sea of snow makes me yearn for a bit of color.
Colors that make you forget all about the wind blowing the snow around so hard the poor dog must be accompanied outside to do his duty…perhaps he is afraid he will blow away…or get lost in a blizzard.
A long package arrived in the mail. It was for Far Guy. I figured the Class of 1968 Graduation Tassel was for him and the rest of the package was for me. We argued a bit about it..mine..is not..is so.
They are a bright spot of color on the fireplace mantle, I am certain I am enjoying them far more than my husband so they must be mine. Thanks a bunch to a weekend rancher in California!
Far Guy is feeling much better today, I just have to keep him hydrated and resting throughout the day and I think he will make a full recovery.