It’s raining here…big sploshes of water.  Then it turns into a fine mist, but still wet.  Not satisfied with the mist the raindrops return.

Our snow is rapidly melting, becoming ragged and tattered.  Mud is appearing, plus the food for the cows—no more nosing around in the snow to find fodder.  It’s there, just waiting to be munched upon.

When I was bringing in the wood, for the woodstove yesterday a tiny break in the clouds offered up a patch of blue sky and enough sun to cast blue shadows on the lawn.

It was a Grandpa Bunny moment!  Grandpa Bunny was my most favorite story in the Little Golden Books. (I have three copies,)

Grandpa Bunny teaches all the other bunnies how to decorate nature. Grandpa Bunny loves each and every season–one of my favorite parts is when Grandpa Bunny shows the little bunnies how to paint shadows on the snow.

Walking along with my load of wood I realized I saw a perfect Grandpa Bunny moment

As they say:  “Priceless”.

Your Friend,

Linda