It’s Saturday night. The last day of February. Did any of you wonder why it’s been my longest time away from the Pinke Post this year? To say it has been a hectic week is an understatement. Normally when I travel I set up posts ahead of time. This week that didn’t happen. I’ll catch up this next week. Plus I am having camera trouble. It’s hard to post pics when your camera is being difficult. It is actually operator error. I played around with too many settings and need to get it back to normal.
This week I had a business trip to Dallas. On Thursday it was 86 degrees in Dallas. Although I wasn’t outside to really enjoy it, I missed out on a “snow day” at home. Indeed we had ten inches of fresh snow in the banana belt of the frozen tundra. Hunter had no school.
This morning Elizabeth and I went early to Hunter’s band festival about 45 minutes away in an area town. There were eighteen schools that participated. He played at 8:39AM. So by 9:10AM we were headed home. Elizabeth was not going to hold out until 2PM when he played again for his percussion trio. Dear little sister says her brother’s name as clear as can be now. We were a little worried she would shout it out during his performance or do her best attempt at snapping her fingers which she often does during his practice. Hunter would lose all composure and start to laugh if that would have happened. Thankfully, dear little sister was unusually quiet but her smiley cheery self as Hunter played with out a mistake.
March brings the renewal and hope of spring. However we have so much snow along with below zero temperatures right now at home, spring seems long way off tonight. I am dreaming of spring by paging through the Gurney’s seed catalog that came in the mail this week. Our frozen prairie won’t be full of snow drifts forever…and in just a few short months I’ll be planting our first garden! Pregnant or not, I will need some flowers and vegetables this summer. Plus I read that with a recession, vegetable and flower seed companies have booming sales. I guess I am not the only one that will be planting my first “real” garden this year. Hunter does not know yet that I plan on him being my ace “weeder”.