Wild Weekend

Dad is still working on his latest essay, and as we start to move on, it’s high time I put something else in this space.  It’s only Sunday morning, and yet I feel that I’ve already had a weekend’s worth of stories, so surely there’s something to share with you.

Yesterday morning the opening buds on a tree looked from a distance like pussy willows, so I grabbed my camera and went outside to try to capture the beginning of spring.  The tree buds weren’t all that interesting (and the opening ones were too high to photograph, but there were plenty of other signs.

The daffodils have been up for weeks!

 

The hyacinths and tulips in the back are already making a strong showing.

 

 

 

And our poor neglected daylily isn’t letting a lack of attention hold it back.

 

 

As I wandered the backyard, I spotted a big brown clump on the end of a branch of our lone pecan tree…

 

 

…and remembered Dad saying at Thanksgiving that we had a pecan out there.

 

 

Which just goes to show you how often I wander into that part of the backyard!

Shortly after taking these photos, I was inside ironing (my least favorite chore), when it started snowing.

 

 

“What!??” you say.  “You can barely see anything!”

Not ten minutes later, it had become this.

 

 

Ten minutes later…

 

Another fifteen minutes…

 

The small, wet driving snow had turned into enormous clumps of BIG wet falling snow, and it was building up fast.

Not sure what the background sound is…NPR on the radio plus the dryer, or maybe Rosie scratching?

 

As you might be able to tell, the sun was also falling, so I wasn’t able to take pictures much longer.  Besides, I had to finish ironing my shirt so we could leave in time for our reservations at our favorite restaurant, Passion8 Bistro.

“We?”  “Our?”

Yes, Miss Chef is back for a weekend!!!

 

She and Rosie stepped outside for a few minutes to play in the snow.  Or, in Rosie’s case, eat as much as she could before someone came and stole it from her or ate it all or made her stop omg must eat it all now!

 

So, as I was saying, Miss Chef and I had to whisk ourselves away into the winter wonderland that was growing winterier by the minute.  We had a particularly wonderful dinner, but for once I’m not going to show off our plates or make you drool.  The weather outside made the restaurant even more welcoming and cozy than usual, but I was happy to make the drive home well before the temperature dropped to the predicted lows in the 20s.

I was also a little excited to take the camera outside this morning and get some more pictures before all that snow started to melt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And now, by the time I’ve uploaded all these pictures and edited these paragraphs, the grass is beginning to peek through and branches are quickly losing their snowy coats. 

As for Miss Chef, she will return to Alabama on Tuesday, so I’m seizing every day we’re together.  Lots to do, fun-wise and chore-wise, so off I go, to enjoy the rest of this long weekend!