|The forsythia outside the library window has buds on it. You probably can't see them, but I've verified.|
Not quite yet. Soon. I'm not psychologically prepared for the moment.
I'll put my wreath into its storage box in a week or two.
Weather report: Yucky. Drizzly rain, gray skies, wind.
Consequence: Dogs not at all interested in venturing out and when they do they must wait on the porch to be dried -- one after the other like the ladies they are. . .
A demain for the weekly round up mes trés, trés, trés chers amis.
I hope you're having a lovely weekend. (If you have snow, I'm jealous.)