Positive thinking doesn’t trump a long-standing belief of High School tournament time=major ice and snow storms either. So, I guess I called Spring too early. Because this is what I see out my back door this a.m.
That is not a sprung green willow tree, but my neighbor’s snow laden maple. Here is our Minnesota sky:
Maybe if I broaden my definition of spring to include this type of weather. But I just can’t seem to do that. My version does include chunks of dirty snow and a lot of mud, kind of like how it looked on Saturday.
and smiling dogs that are really trimming down
I am feeling very positive about my Weeping Willow Shawl edging. I have turned the corner and am on the home stretch. I would share that I haven’t had to fudge the edging numbers but I don’t want to tempt the smack-down from the knitting goddess, so let’s just not talk about that right now.
Even though Spencer doesn’t really care,
it means a lot to me to be finishing this project. Back to the trimming down of the big dog — I figured that since I am home during the day, we could feed him 3 times a day instead of just a.m. and p.m. It has really made a difference and very quickly! Being hungry makes people and dogs hang on to fat. He will never be a totally trim dog, but every little bit helps.