Signs of life

It's been winter here FOREVER. It even snowed in June so despite the abundance of flowers, fruits and veggies that benefited from an extra frost period, I feel as if I've been shoveling snow for centuries. Oh yeah, and there isn't even snow on the ground. Yet after being snowed in for almost all of my holiday "break" (I use this term lightly, yes), colder temperatures and sporadic slightly warm temperatures are torture for someone looking to just have ONE WEEK without feeling as if my whole body is thawing from a long stint in the freezer.


So imagine my surprise when signs of life began emerging everywhere. My garden was buried under leaves, twigs, branches and 30 inches of snow for weeks, but somehow a little taste of greener pastures managed to emerge and I couldn't have been more grateful.



Look at these buds.....




















The other sign of life? A deep friendship that has formed between my grumpy rescue cat, Johnny Cash, and the schizophrenic pitbull, Zelda. Alright it's not so much a friendship as it is a really cute sleeping arrangement. I'm pretty sure they chased each other around the living room right after I took this picture.














Yes, that's a tacky couch. Don't judge.