No more (knock on wood) frigid days left, so I’m posting these last of winter’s laughs and moving on to the gentle expansion of spring, while on the other side of the window my sweetheart pushes wet snow out of the driveway with an old bobcat.

After all, March did come in like a lion at almost 40 below, so it’s sure to go out all mild and playful as a lamb. Today was gorgeous. I went and got Beckster, L’s niece, to take her for a walk. She was in the middle of her lunch but her mom said there was no point in making her finish it, she’d just be mad because she wanted to come out with me, so away we went. All Beckster could talk about was coming over “to your place” where we would “sing” and if I had any work to do, “I can help.”

I managed to hold her off long enough to look at the cattle, gather a few eggs, peruse the two pens of piggies, see what “Unker” was doing, pet the dog and some cats, and have a quick push on the swing. When we did stop in here for a few minutes, she had L put on a CD right away so she could dance, and when I got downstairs she grabbed my hands so we could dance together, as we did last time she stayed with me for a couple hours. Dean Martin was croonin’ and we had a fine old time, Beckster and I.

I love this CD and cannot help but sing and dance when it’s on. And don’t show me any film footage of Deano as a young man -- whew! he was one sexy guy! -- had I not been 10 years old when he was 30, I’d’ve been hot for him back then.

Overdrinking aside, I mean. I remember his show, where he always had a martini glass in his hand or some kind of booze. That was the joke at the time. Now it’s not thought so cool as it was then.

If you weren’t the person living with the drunk, that is.

I took this picture in the fall, to show you how much crop had been left in the field when the snow fell. This is a crop of canola just across the road from the farmyard where we live. Not many farmers around here got their crops off in time.

In a week, maybe two, all this white stuff will be gone! Next, it will be pictures of newborn kittens and kelly-green leaves.

“To do is to be. - Plato

To be is to do. - Kant

Do be do be do. - Sinatra”