Spring might actually come ...

Don't have much time to post. Sorry I've been a rotten blogger. I've put off memes and procrastinated on being tagged and left comments unreplied to. I am ashamed of my blogging behavior. The short story is that I've been a little overwhelmed, with the kids' musical for church coming up, and just trying to do a better job with house and home. And the caffeine withdrawal and wacky dreams (Of which I had another, I got to visit Katie in CO's house! WOW, what a house! But I can't tell you about that right now) ...

ANYway. Yesterday it got up to nearly 50 here. The snow was melting, the birds were chirping, and it almost seemed possible that it would eventually be spring.

Amidst my hopes, I dashed out and hunted for sprouts. I was rewarded with some daffodils and then, upon VEeerrrrry close inspection, even a few of my beloved squill.

Here, for your amusement, is the daffodil duck (Kelly says dolphin, but there's no daffy dolphin cartoon, so duck it is) in my neighbor's yard.

I suppose it's kind of cheating to take pix of my neighbor's sprouts, especially when I have my own and some of those pix really did turn out quite nice, but the duck (dolphin) is amusing to me.

And my squill sprouts. I saw just one peeking through a gap in the dead-leaf cover, but I lifted the leaves to find a whole bunch just barely peeking through. The picture is not my best, but squill bring me joy, so I post it for the joy:

And of course, you know, now that I have this hope, the temps are dropping for the next week, down to barely above freezing during the day, and possibly more snow later next week. I think ... I hope ... I can survive.