Monday, March 23, 2009

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

creeps in this petty pace from day to day while waiting for the daffodils to bloom.

Meanwhile Tim sunbathes.

1 comment:

forsythia said...

We used to have a pug named Willie. His favorite spot in the springtime was up on the hill, sitting---well, more like melting in the sunshine---in a spot surrounded by a cluster of daffodils. He looked like a canine Henry the 8th.