42°f, or 5.5°C. Rainy, windy, overcast and much colder than yesterday's 72.
Quiet corner in my kitchen
I think this is Juvenal's Duskywing
(Erynnis juvenalis). There were a dozen or more fluttering about on our driveway near a flowerbed. Apparently a very early butterfly.
Son Derek and his niece, our granddaughter Sarah. This photo says everything about their relationship.
Our friend Rachel with her Easter tulips
Saturday's FFA (Future Farmers of America) farm equipment auction.
Our first batch of mollymoochers (morels) of the season.
See why they are sometimes called Wild Fish?
Chicken truck on the interstate. Poor chickens.
In our booth on Friday
Lazy dogs
That's all for today!
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Poor chickens indeed. They don't live great lives, do they? But since I don't like many veggies . . .
ReplyDeleteYou are right. I don't want to come back as a chicken!
DeleteDerek and Sarah do seem to hit it off. Poor chickens is right. Loved your garden and the flowers. Those morels do look delicious...though I've never tried them.
ReplyDeleteMorels are a real treat, Barb. If you like mushrooms, you would love these.
DeleteI like the dogs.
ReplyDeleteThank you! They are sweet babies for sure.
DeleteI have never heard morel mushrooms called that! It made me smile. I am enjoying your glimpses of spring. It is snowing here.ðŸ˜
ReplyDeleteGranny Sue, your beautiful photos paint such a vivid picture of your day!
ReplyDeleteI especially love the dogs.
Yes, poor chickens!
Happy Thursday!
The pups sure look comfortable! Those morels look awesome, it has been a few years since we have been anywhere we found some.
ReplyDeleteMorels already!! Amazing.
ReplyDeleteI wish I was there to share those morels with you. Delicious!
ReplyDeleteMy wife, who is from Indiana, rolled her eyes with longing when I told her about your morels. She said she could taste them in her memory!
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