Good Friday

Yesterday was a gorgeous spring day, and today looks like it's going to be a repeat performance.   Easter weekend is here.  The trees are blooming in their spring pastels, and it looks like the grass could soon use some mowing.  I picked some hyacinths the other day, and every time I pass them, I get a whiff of that wonderful fragrance.

The Hubby is really struggling with his head cold.  It's hit him quite hard, and he says he probably won't go to the kids house for Easter dinner on Sunday.  He doesn't want to pass the cold along to all the relatives who will be gathered, including the 4 children, so we will probably stay home together.  I don't want him to be alone.

I have plans this morning to meet friends for a trip to the Arts Center and then lunch.  It should be fun.  We went there last year for this event - a charity event put on by the Seniors.  I should stop now and get ready to go.  Perhaps more later ...  This photo was taken at the Philadelphia Flower Show this spring.

I've Spread it Around ...

Oh dear.  The Hubby has come down with my cold - at least an extremely sore throat - for which I feel responsible.  He says it can also be the result of the woodworking he was doing yesterday with a saw and the dust particles.  He's doing all he can with gargling and a neti pot to relieve it, but had a bad night's sleep.  He started to feel it last night after dinner.  Oh dear, oh dear ...

I've been fussing around trying to attach a signature to my blog.  Had one finally figured out - that html code reading is like reading Greek to me - but it ended up splitting into the end of the post and looked a little garish and obnoxious.  When asked for comment, The Impudent Angel said it simply wouldn't do, and I nixed the horrid little gadget until I can make it more tasteful.

Until later ... (pretend signature)