Just when I thought I wouldn't be writing as much, I seem to be writing more. Maybe that is the trick. Tell yourself you won't write as much which makes you want to write more.
At any rate, I couldn't let these photos just sit in the file after I stepped outside this morning in my robe because I feared if I waited too long the snow might melt, since it is officially spring.
As a kid, I never did appreciate the beautiful roses that you grew. Ruthie and I planted around 200 bulbs of hyacinth and here are a few... in the snow.