No Pink Slip today, I’m afraid.
Two client deadlines yesterday, and no reserve posts in the queue. (Which never happens, but apparently just has.)
So I’ll leave you with this:
Which is, admittedly, a terrible picture, even by my exceedingly low standards.
So if you can’t quite tell what it is, other than that it includes someone – that would be me – casting a mighty shadow – it’s the first crocuses that popped up out front just yesterday morning.
Now, I don’t know whether I accidentally ordered mini-crocuses last fall, or whether my normal-sized crocuses were stunted by all this year’s snow and cold….
All I know is that, when I went out to the cobbler yesterday a.m. to drop off a pair of shoes, there were no flowers out front. (I know this because I stepped into our, ahem, garden to pick up some recently-revealed winter trash, including someone’s discarded parking ticket, and there were no fleurs in sight.) By the time I returned, 10 minutes later, those little suckers had burst through.
Even if they are mini versions of what I expected to see, they were are sight for some very winter-sore eyes.
And last night I dreamed about forsythia.
Welcome sweet springtime!