After painting the little bird yesterday... which I cannot stop looking at by the way, I keep moving it to whatever room I am settled in at the time.... I bundled up and made myself go outside for a while, gloom or no gloom. There WAS gloom though.
I wandered around the drippy, sodden yard with my camera in tow looking for any signs of Spring.
I had to look HARD to find encouragement.
But it was there if you had a sharp eye.
Those raindrops!
Sunny was with me.
We kept searching.
We finally found this...
But that's just about all.
Even the daffodils are reluctant to commit to this pitiful excuse for a Spring.
Something must be done.
(And what pray tell, can a lowly Dillweed and her dog do about such lofty things?)
Whine my pedantic friend.
Whine.
But it was there if you had a sharp eye.
Those raindrops!
Sunny was with me.
We kept searching.
We finally found this...
But that's just about all.
Even the daffodils are reluctant to commit to this pitiful excuse for a Spring.
Something must be done.
(And what pray tell, can a lowly Dillweed and her dog do about such lofty things?)
Whine my pedantic friend.
Whine.