I got some eggs from my friend, and Poppy was delighted with the tiny egg included.
"It's a baby egg! It's so cute! Can I eat it?" She did.
The trees and plants are confused by our very warm winter and think it's spring.
The apricot tree is in full bloom.
And two tulips are open. (Ignore my finger. I had to take this very quickly before Jasper could see me leaning over and lick my face.)
Despite the warmer days, we have not yet given up on the woodstove for the season.
Which means kindling splitting continues apace.
Remember all those tumbleweeds? They have now commenced blowing around. I actually drove through a little tumbleweed twister on my way to the village this week.
All those things that look like spots on my windshield are tumbleweeds.
We've lived in this house for almost eight years now, and I just noticed these cat paw prints in some concrete around the base of the house.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
