Did I mention that our sump pump broke (or we discovered it was broken) right before some five inches of rain? That was fun. Things are drying out now.
We always go to the art museum in the spring because they have nice gardens. It was overcast and 40 degrees, but not raining. But I think the tulips (young) were closed for the weather.
Blaze said the hyacinths look like banana peels. He also liked the pansies the best, for aesthetic color-blocking reasons.
The spotted orchids make me think of dalmatians.
On Saturday I said a few words at a political gathering--something I've never done in my life. Though the people holding signs was a flash-back to every year on my birthday, which was the March for Life when I was growing up.
I was asked to talk about Thomas Paine's pamphlet, Common Sense. And whenever the real world wants a little political theory, I oblige. (It's rare enough.)
It was raining and cold. Francisco came and the boys stayed home. Francisco videoed a bit, which is just the sweetest thing.
Every time we visit this art museum it's during lent, so I'm especially drawn to the depictions of Palm Sunday.
And of course--of clouds. I'm certain these are my favorite pictures every time.
Four more weeks. It's not that I want the semester to be over. But it is that there's a lot to do this month.
Also: I'm never writing another book and I think I'll just abandon this one.