when last we left you, the snow had blanketed everything and we were back to snow boots for a few days until it hardened to mostly ice
From then on, Aidan would seek out the bits not yet melted and bask his belly on top of them
we got down to the couple of yards in a corner that keep shadow on them all day
other than dwindling snow walks, not much else going on...
Saturday I finally got this poor girl repotted into a deeper container
almost waited too late and she'd just about toppled over
the little african violets in their new home means they might bloom again with enough space.
The aloe is still needing the window to prop her up. Hopefully she'll take hold in her new home and get straightened out.
up front, one of the aloe's babies got so big, it needed a new owl home with some depth to
The four year old ivy vine and the begonias, a gift from Marci three years ago, are still going strong in their tea cups. Aidan wants to know why I went out the front door without him.
the squirrel from Houston that I managed to pack home without needing another bag.
I still impress myself with my packing skills.
this morning's walk
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