Even when I think I’m alone, I’m never alone.💚

It’s only 39F outside with snow on the ground, but I’ve got snapdragons sprouting inside!

I have the flu and Francis is still sporting her cone, but Murphy is here for the emotional support.💚

Few material things can provide perspective. This does for me.

Photo of Otto Frank, returning to his family’s hiding place. In 1944, an informant betrayed them and the family was sent to Auschwitz.

His wife (Edith) was murdered, his daughters (Margot & Anne) died of Typhus.

Just came home from the animal ophthalmologist’s office. It took several months to be seen but glad we have one close by. Francis had a foreign body embedded in her cornea and found out she has keratoconjunctivitis sicca. She doesn’t produce enough tears in her eye and couldn’t flush it away.

I made some garden markers out of skewers and polymer clay. Murphy thought they were cookies and tried to eat one.💚

Home from paradise to frozen ground, daydreaming about my plan to turn the front yard into a wildflower meadow this spring.