Okay, not quite but there are definite signs. After a lovely period of balmy weather we dropped into rainy and cold literally overnight. The rain turned to hail and then a little snow. This morning it was 30F and frosty.
By mid morning it was delightful and sunny. Perfect for napping.
It turns out that the cat bed on the kitchen counter is prime real estate. There are various cat beds around the living room but this one is The Bed to Be In.
Yes, we "let" our cats up on the counters. After getting three kittens we realized that unless we wanted to live in a state of constant battle we were going to have to just let the cats go where they like.
No, I don't want to have my photograph taken and if you lunge for my pizza Things Will Get Ugly.
Kate came to visit and a very good time was had by all. We went to two yarn stores and Ben Franklin's which has a pretty good selection. Not really yarn brands that I use but not bad.
We are both enthusiasts of historical cemeteries so we hit the highway. Actually, it was a lot of dirt roads out in the boonies. Hubby did some searching of locations and drove us around. Yea hubby! Omar rode shotgun and kept us safe from maurading squirrels and various noises that spooked him.
That's a dead buttefly caught under the hammer. (Kate says the butterfly was alive. Sorry guy!)
Although I always enjoy the unusual when it comes to gravestone symbolism my heart is always touched by graves that reflect what the person really liked in everyday life. No, this one isn't particularly historical. Many of the cemeteries are still accepting the dead. When this one finally qualifies as "historical" not much will be left but the headstone. I haven't decided between a green burial (if only I could be buried on the property) or creamation. Lost at sea has its charms too but I think that involves drowning which is not the way I want to go.