Nebulous Mooch

Easter came and went and I found myself wondering when spring would finally start.

“Isn’t Easter supposed to mark the beginning of spring?” I asked my husband as I looked out the window at the dreary day.

Spring may have been a little late to the party this year, but she’s finally arrived in the fanciest party dress she could friend. Finally, I can see blue skies and sunshine. It’s such a relief. I don’t feel like drowning myself in the bathtub any more.  Okay, I’m being a bit melodramatic. I was never going to drown myself in the bathtub. Maybe I would just put my face under the water for a few seconds which is technically not drowning.

“Just one more picture. Then we can walk,” he says as he kneels on the ground trying to get the camera to focus on a tiny wild flower.

This is my husband’s new fascination. In Florida, it was spiders. The good thing about spiders is that when you’re trying to take a walk, you don’t see that many of them. Wild flowers are everywhere here. It takes thirty minutes to walk ten yards because he’s constantly trying to photograph flowers.

Today he took numerous pictures of dandelions. How many pictures of dandelions do we need?

You can see from these pictures that it’s a lot more like spring here.

I took this picture. Notice how it’s not of a dandelion.