March 21. Spring, right? Then why is it snowing?
Seems it's gotten lost, right along with the assault weapons ban.
Is Congress supposed to vote spring in each year? Hm. If that's the case it's going to be a very long, dark winter.
In other news... today is the 99th anniversary of Grandma Ellen's birth. She passed away in 2005. It's from her I got the stitchery genes.
We got a tiny bit of snow at the Farm on Saturday. It looked like a blizzard out there but very little stuck. What little did stick is now frozen solid to the ground. More snow is predicted for Tuesday night and then rain. So... winter has finally arrived.
Even though very little of the white stuff stuck to the ground I thought I'd take a picture and post it. I have unearthed the camera but it needs to be charged and I can't find the charger. Ah, the joys of moving. I'll come across it eventually I guess.
On my wish list this year is a large embroidery stand with scoll frames. My hands keep cramping up holding onto the hoops so it's time to move up to the big time and have a standing frame. As if I need one more thing...
But no books this year! Seriously, Santa, I've appreciated the books you've given me over the past forty something years but I just don't have any more room for them. Of course this means I'll go on some crazy book-buying binge at my birthday, but for right now no.more.books!
Oh, and for what it's worth, I have not had sex with Tiger Woods.
