First Day of Spring

"It's as if the Faeries came out last night and decorated!"

This was the comment from my neighbor Kathy this morning. 

I heard her exclaim, "LOOK!" to her husband as she walked out of her front door and saw the tiny little spider webs floating in her shrubs. 

  I think the Faeries (you may prefer to call them Angels) do watch over us sometimes, and on this very foggy First Day of Spring,

 this gift was quite an exquisite vision. 

March 2012

This is a happy home. 

Even more so now that Ernie is home after an 18 month work assignment in Atlanta.  That was a brutal year and a half for him - traveling the world and living in a sparsely furnished apartment, coming home twice a month and not being here during the last year of his beloved Gracie's life.  We can't always control the timing of things in our lives.  We just get to learn to deal with them.  

Two weeks ago I drove to Atlanta in my Toyota van, packed up his apartment during his last days of work, then we loaded up two cars and headed home.  That was one joyous ride, even when it was a long haul to and fro on the highway.  

After two days here, we packed up Sir Gregory, above, and headed to a sweet little cottage on the OBX - and spent 5 days pretty much doing nothing.  It was awesome.  Sir Gregory joined us because 1. he's a pup and can't be trusted and 2. his older fur-sibs couldn't join us and he's a pup and couldn't be left with them.  Long story.  Later, maybe. 

I know.  This isn't exactly Mr. Happy Face, but believe me, he is. 

Any day at the beach is a good day. 

So now we're back home, life is returning to normal, Ernie has returned to work here and I'm ready to get into the studio and paint.  Life is good. 

Sir Gregory and Gabriela, having a playtime discussion