A most lovely day, for the most part. I tried playing in the dirt mud, but it's just not quite ready to give up the weeds, yet. In fact, the weeds are about the only thing that's growing.

I intended to post before now, but I was having some puter problems.

Easter is day after tomorrow. Time moves along like a fast-flowing river. Soon, it will be time to remove the Easter decorations for another year.

Does anyone Twiiter? I do and I'd love to follow you, if it's okay with you.

I am so obssessed curious about age that I like seeing the before and after photos of elderly people who have passed away. (I read the obits as part of the daily newspaper.) It amazes me how beautiful or handsome so many of those people once were. Old age is cruel, in my opinion. I've often wondered why we must grow old. Why can't we remain young adults, with energy to spare? The elderly become grouchy, restless, and with some, dementia sets in. What's fair about all of that?

I hope your holiday is the greatest and the weather is warm. To be continued...