Thursday, April 8
That's the last of the snow.
The first to fall (Nov. 4) was the last to melt.
And, hopefully, this will be the last of the weeds.
Tomorrow I get to play with a tractor.
Some healthy looking thunder clouds formed and blew over,
but all we got were a few sprinkles.
A pair of honkers coming in for a landing today.
I'm off to the airport to pick them up... ;-)
Rained a bunch on the way home from Spokane.
You know what that means, muddy puppies.
