It's been an interesting day...

the snow began to disappear...
the swing is waiting on us...

there will be a lot to do in about 8 weeks...

these are waiting, too...

but there is green inside...

the wreath is from the funeral...I am going to save it for fall...and the books are just some of Craig's for this semester...

there is some green here, too, now...

then the guys went over to Terri's to help move a whole entertainment/bookcase built-in that Andy and Terri have been working on...they also helped move the living room furniture back in...and Terri sent these books home for me...I should have gone over, too,...but Steve had to lance a boil for me this morning...and its in a really bad place...and you don't need to know anymore...so I declined...

you know...this is just going to give me more ideas...and I did attempt to make a little snowman...the snow wouldn't pack...oh well,...hopefully I won't get the chance to do it again until next year...

Have a peaceful afternoon...

Check this out...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA

Watch it play forward and then watch it as it is read backward- its amazing how the same lines mean two different things depending on which lines you read first...

Winter Fun:

Kyle made a baby snowman for his baby girl...isn't that just the sweetest thing? He sure is a good dad.

Her mom did a good job making sure she didn't get frost bit, too.

I am inspired!

I can't make a big snowman any more, but if I get up the nerve, I may have a short little guy on the porch before the weekend is over...

When the great white silence comes and fills the boughs of the trees with a thickening, glistening brilliance, and all is cold and barren, where be the blossom? It is in the memory. It is in the wisdom. It is in the growth of last spring, and it is coming forth again. For when the season has turned and winter is gone, the buds come again, and behold, there is another blossom.
If the ongoingeness of life is beheld in a single blossom, why do you think that you are less that its life? Do you think that you only bloom in sping, produce your fruit in summer, drop your leaves in autumn and then die in winter? But are you not greater than the greatest blossom? Is not your life more important? Indeed it is. And as the blossoms continue to bloom every spring, so will you live, life after life.
What a story your blossoms could tell of all the seasons you've seen.
-J. Z. Knight

on the outside...

Craig did ok...