Over the weekend we enjoyed the warmish weather and watching the snow slowly thaw. We made a trip to the Art Museum of Cincinnati.
On the way home, we stopped at Wild Oats, a natural-foods supermarket, which just seemed to be bursting at the seams with spring. So we brought a little home with us.
Today, the sun is gloriously shining, and the birds are joyfully singing. We turned the heat down, down, down, and threw open the windows.
Our tulips blew over, but it was worth it.
Something else I worked on this weekend, a project for a friend who lost her beautiful baby Emmy. It's a contribution of a quilt square for a community-style quilt.
I hope it is meaningful for Amy and Ty. Our heart is broken for them.
Oh -- and I almost forgot -- last night I felt baby kicking, and he/she kicked my hand a few times. I'm just 16 weeks along. :-)