sigh.

Still raining here, spring is awfully slow to arrive, should have been here by now. Usually our last frost date is May 15th here in the valley but it has been so wet we can't till the garden yet and it has been too cold to put out tomatoes and tender plants anyway. The peaks still have an amazing amount of snow pack, at this rate they will still have snow in July.

The urban deer are still around, they are terrible tulip thieves. Fresh tulips must taste sooooo good after a long winter of tree browse.

Little duck Minimee, has disappeared again, she has a nest somewhere and I can't find it, she is exceptionally well hidden this year. She will eventually appear with tiny bundles of fluff following her around. Few things are as gorgeous as a newly hatched duckling.

I will be installing the wood flooring in the living room and stairwell next week. I am not looking forward to it, I know what that kind of work does to my physically. Maybe this time the boys will help. No point in asking Husbutt for help. I gave up on that years ago.

Lately I have been wanting to paint and I've been wondering how to set up my oil paints again without cats and Burgess getting into it. Burgess is a challenge to work around, he gets into everything. I can just picture him running through a palette of oil paint and me chasing him around to catch him and clean him off while he leaves little Burgess paint footprints all over.

Right now as I type he is poking through my paint brushes. Funny bird.

On the bright side, I have been knitting teeny weenie little socks for a teeny new baby. Making little things for little people always cheers me up. The little cuffs fold over on the top of the sock. They are pretty darn cute. The other sock is started. It will be finished tonight.