. . . it's still cold, but there are more and more songbirds flitting around, singing and gathering on branches and power lines.
. . . I am thoroughly engrossed in The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood.
. . . it seems that Emma inadvertently touched the flu beads. Phooey. Poor thing is in bed as I type this.
. . . I've been on a classical music binge the last several days.
. . . we had a refreshing cucumber salad for dinner last night:
~ slice cucumbers
~ mix in a bowl with white wine vinegar, lots of dill, a few dashes of salt and a shake or two of sugar.
The whole family loved it. It felt summery.
. . . everyone is dreaming of Spring.
The groundhog said you were arriving early this year. Are you on your way? What's your estimated arrival date?
We are all so looking forward to seeing you!