Yawn

We've had a very good day, but oh, are we tired! I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes open, so we decided to get into the beddy bye. Hope everyone is well and happy.

Nighty night.

The Importance of Being Spring

Squidley and I were out late this evening, attending a play (The Importance of Being Ernest, written by Oscar Wilde), so we are both exceedingly tired. Hence, I'm posting only a handful of photos tonight. They are, nonetheless, some of my favorites.

I wish everyone a fun and happy weekend.

Nighty night.

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tail

These are the first of the pictures from our Easter weekend.

a "color-blocked" woodpecker

This and the next three pictures are a bit fuzzy since they were shot from behind a window.

Our first night's meal included fresh catfish, boiled carrots, and some sort of yellow rice.

There are fresh lemon wedges for the fish. Catfish, by the way, is a tradition for us. We almost always have it the first night of our first camping trip. (This is an extra picture I added to this post because of the interesting white-tipped tail protruding from underneath the table.)

I will post more pictures this week.

Nighty night, all.

Absentee Bunny

We celebrated Easter only about half a week ago, and already the fellow in the middle isn't responding to roll call.

Yeah. Things that make you go, "Hmmm . . . ."

Nighty night, everyone.

Olan Mills: Look at the Birdie

Thanks to Squidley for "guest blogging" for me last night when it was next to impossible for me to keep my eyes open. He did a great job and posted a darling picture of Scout. Tonight, because I like to keeps things impartial, I'm adding a nice shot of Deutsch. (I think this looks sorta like a photography studio portrait, perhaps in part because of the gray background and the white in the lower portion of the picture.)

This week I will publish some photos taken by me during our Easter weekend getaway. For now, I am, once again, quite sleepy and ready to get into the beddy bye.

Nighty night.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

The longer days of Spring have taken their toll on me.

Nighty night, all.

Much Ado About Dutch

I really do enjoy many Dutch things, with maybe a small number of exceptions, such as Dutch treat (when I must pay) and Dutch oven (when cooking a meal is expected of me). And interestingly, a few years ago, that theme surfaced when I asked an elderly (in her mid-nineties) cousin of my maternal grandmother what my maternal great grandmother was like. I was joyful at her quick response: She was a short, stout Dutch woman. I love it.

Happy Easter, all.

And nighty night.