The brief rain the other day gave me some small hope that spring could be on the way. It melted about half the snow ... and although much of it froze into ice, and it went back down into the teens today, at least we had one day of 40-degree weather.
Angus continues his careful study of the local squirrels each morning. One came scampering up to the other side of the sliding glass door and peeked in at him - I thought he was going to fall over from all the excitement.
I frogged a Lorna's Laces sock I had started. The pattern just wasn't doing it for me.
I started reknitting it in feather and fan. Much better.
Because I've had a totally wretched cold for nearly a week now, Valentine's Day was a bust. We were going to cook steaks for dinner, but we had misremembered what was in the freezer, so we had hamburgers instead, which was just as well, because I couldn't taste anything anyway. Then we spent a romantic evening watching TV with me honking away on the couch.
But look at the beautiful tulips the Fool brought home! Spring has to be on the way.