My puppy nieces are visiting again. When I took them out for their morning constitutional, I noticed something poking though what's left of the snow: green shoots. Looks like I have iris, hyacinth, and daffodil coming up already. Granted, they are but nubs at this point, but I don't care. I am so ready for spring it isn't funny. I think our lack of beach time this winter has definately affected my mood. Bring on the sun, bring on the flowers, bring on warm, soft breezes. I'm ready.
Later, the girls did the Pied Piper routine, following Uncle Walker's every footstep as he made himself a plate of Tator Tot casserole. They were hoping for a bite or two, but no. Lily has developed allergies to most everything, and if she doesn't get any, Baizie doesn't either. They didn't quit begging until the empty plate was rinsed at the sink.