Easter Morning

 

Yep. The weather predictions were right. Gray and windy and rainy and haily yesterday (a good day for baking bread, which Monica did). About an inch of snow overnight and still coming down when we headed out this morning. By around 10:00, the sun was out, though it was still flurrying; by 11:00 the precipitation had stopped and the snow had pretty much melted. Back to dreary now, a good day to stay in. Which, fortunately, is what we had planned.

The snow on the (relatively) warm ground and plants was making for, I thought, some particularly interesting textures. In case I was wrong about them being interesting, I won't clutter the page; see them here, here, here, here, and here.

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Last weekend was much nicer, a glimpse of the spring that we thought was just around the corner. It was a whirlwind morning, dashing off to try (unsuccessfully) to pick up a piece of art that Monica had an advance look at from the Folk Art Flea Market, racing off to make our appearance on Mouth of Wonder, and then catching the train down to Albuquerque for the monthly 7000 BC meeting.

The meeting was fun, one of our better-attended ones in a while. Train ride was fun again as well; since our last trip, they've added another train, late morning; that meant we could spend a couple hours there and still make it back that evening in time for the dog's dinner.



On the ride down, we ran into (in addition to another 7000 BC-er), one of Monica's co-workers; the way back, a reporter for the Reporter that we know. Small world train.

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So, Monica discovered that when you blow on a bottle, the dog takes it as some sort of command to just run. We've been trying to make the most of that, but she won't do more than a circuit around the yard.

However, when I was housecleaning yesterday and she was getting fidgety, it proved a welcome distraction (for both of us).