Downstairs. Next to the washing machine.
Hanging by a clothespin is one lonely little sock. And this note.
The Man makes me laugh. And his wit. I like his wit.
Man, do I love him.
The birds are coming out. Surely that has to be a good sign. Even with all the snow that keeps appearing, flurrying here and flurrying there and accumulating to inches here and inches there.
I walked outside last week, during a brief warm spell, and just stood on the back porch and listened. Listened to whistling, and chirping, and tweeting. Very noisy bunch, these birds are.
But I don't care. Sing away. Wake me up early. But you have to bring spring with you.
Playing around in Photoshop. Saw this stark winter scene coming home this afternoon. Sun was just going down, and the light was sweet on the roof of the barn and a few of the trees around it.
I used the "palette knife" effect. I like it.
Have I mentioned how much I love, love, love Photoshop?