Mum is here on a three-week visit from the UK.
Spring sprang and my fingernails are grimy from weeding and helping David plant the veggie garden (OMG, separating hair thin roots for leeks is hard).
Currently not writing anything but two sets of edits are imminent.
Twentieth wedding anniversary today. David and I went out for a meal. Uninspired and a disappointment but we had fun reminiscing over the day and the honeymoon.
Then came back to watch the SPN finale with Mum. Carry on my Wayward Son is my ringtone, heheh. Enjoyed it and choked up here and there but not as much as during Frozen which we showed to Mum yesterday.
Had a party at the w/e and it was lovely to see
autobadgirl again. I made chicken hazelnut bites and rolled the chicken in pure mustard, not mustard mixed with mayo. Yerk. The men liked them...
Willow decided a bird at the top of the tree was mocking her and shot up it, climbing higher and higher until she was about 25 feet up and we were panicking. Then she came down without any trouble at all.
Deer and coyotes in our suburban road, duck and ducklings (teeny ones!) crossing the street. Wildlife in abundance.
Love and hugs to all.