The garden with snow cover.
The Marina, 18 degrees above 0 and 12 inches of snow.
The new/old fence - privacy, at last!
. . . and their beautiful little eggs.
Sweet basil means pesto is imminent.
Sunflowers against a dark sky.
Jesus hangs the laundry here.
The cabbage was good this year.
Grind the wheat, bake the bread - Little Red Hen was here.
Jinx, the new neighbor cat - he loves me.
Some of the garden, so far - it'll get better.
Yellow climber is going to town.
Mama's favorite - bearded iris!
These lovely poppies survived the rain.
Snow? Is this March 29th? Al Gore continues to be correct.