Jan and Per no sooner returned from riding bikes to piano lessons than a sudden flurry of snow was visited upon us. 
Dressed up...
....dressed down.
Lest we think on spring too soon, snow and rain and wind kept winter firmly in place today. My usual long, Saturday run didn't happen. Instead I stayed inside and mentally soapboxed.
Go local, buy local.
Clearly, this is not a well-crafted photo, but who was I to interrupt the moment? For these moments ~ when my mother willingly shares stories of her childhood in World War II Germany ~ are so precious, so few and far between. My boys were captivated, envisioning their Oma as an 11 year old girl, stuffing dumplings in her pockets before rushing to the air-raid shelter. Dumplings that had been cooked in celebration of New Year's Eve....a New Year's Eve shared with her aunt, in a house already crushed by bombs. There are so many more stories where these came from. Unearthing and preserving them is the challenge...
I spent Wednesday at an Organic Valley public relations and communications seminar. What? This doesn't look like the site of a business meeting?
The Image
The Reality
farm boys
farm bike
farm-to-town
These canes will be laden with raspberries come July. Seventy-five percent of the nation's crop is grown here; little of that is organic, unfortunately.
On that note: Recommended viewing.
Spring is slowly springing.
I "heart" my Waechtersbach. Say that three times, fast.
I'm a tulips kinda gal, but based on so many other 365 pictures today,
red roses seem to be the "in" thing.
Added back, by popular demand. ;-)
I think a lot about...
...my lower back...
...and my marriage. Sometimes they both hurt a lot. Always a nice bottle of wine serves as a good remedy.
Money spent is money earned...
Sing along with me: "Good morning, good morning! It's great to stay up late. Good morning, good morning, to you!"