Probably gonna jinx it all...

At this point, I should know better than to publicly celebrate springtime-ish weather because it always leads to another snowfall or two and I get grumpy. It's bad enough we're back on stupid Daylight Savings Time which I can't believe became a thing and can't for the life of me figure out why it is STILL a thing! Anyway, here goes nothing and I will take all the blame for any upcoming horrendous weather which is sure to show up because this is Ohio.

IT IS SO NICE OUT!!!! I'm picking up sticks in a Tshirt! WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Anybody need any pine cones or pine needles? We have a few.

And a few more.

And there's water in the creek/ditch.

I found a solitary Virginia Springbeauty!

The lilies are coming up on the left and the slightly taller ones on the right are our purple irises.

A brave new mullein by the pond:

And oh, to talk about jobs I am NOT looking forward to. *huge sigh* Now that I have a wheelbarrow that works, I have zero excuses to not clean this out. It used to have frogs and even a few fish and was lovely but it is completely choked with dead leaves and it going to smell righteously bad once I start baling all of that out of there. We didn't even have any frogs last year. I think they figured out how disgusting it was. That is not a job for today, but someday soon I'll have to put on my big girl pants and boots and get busy. You'll know when I'm doing it because of the stench and the black cloud of piratey talk!

On the flip side is the cool, downed owl tree. It's so full of holes and busted bark- it really is fascinating!

I'm wondering if anyone has been playing in this hole... or if anyone will move in! 

 

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Bosley is our sun dog. He follows sun puddles around to flop down into, and his favorite is when I leave the deck door open for the slab of sunshine that spills through. He likes to snooze there and block traffic three ways.

Honey gets too hot, so she prefers the kitchen floor at the intersection with the library and the sunroom, also blocking traffic three ways. The worst part is that she is skittish, so when you're attempting to climb over or around her with your arms full, she succumbs to the sudden urge to stand up to scramble out of the way. One of these days there is going to be a catastrophic mess that Bos will be all too happy to clean up.

And should anyone be contemplating acquiring a Great Pyrenees, one should know that they dig. A fair amount. Wherever they feel like it. Sometimes at the bottom of your deck stairs. Sometimes (often) right beside trees. I think she's part gopher. Then, if you have a Heinz 57, say, they decide to dig furiously in the pre-dug holes any time they pass one. 

These two are part of why we can't have nice things. 

But they're sweet, and they're adorable when they're sleeping, so even though they shed roughly as much as a Golden Retriever, I suppose we'll keep them...