Colors Of The Season

I thought in lieu of my usual rambling, I’d post some pictures, especially since you can take some pretty pictures this time of year with Easter and all. And even though our boys are both adults, I still like to color eggs. So some of the pictures here bare the fruits of my efforts. Of course, I had lots of help. My nephews Mike and Billy are much better artists than I.

Also took a picture of part of our Easter feast. That’s a biscuit bunny with dip in his tummy. We took it easy on the candy. Originally, I had told my wife Wendy that I wanted an Easter basket with all the trimmings—chocolate, jelly beans, peeps, etc. Then I realized that my weight maintenance adviser would be calling later this week. I need to eat more like Rocky when he’s in training. At least this week.

When we arrived home from the in-laws, I looked out the kitchen window and my bird feeder was not hanging from its usual branch. The allegedly squirrel-proof feeder was somehow wrestled to the ground. I got a picture of the likely culprit. The scoundrel! A reward for his arrest and conviction.

I can just hear his story now: “Hea, it wasn’t me. I was, ya know, just walking down the sidewalk when I sees this here feeder on the ground. So I was just like going over to check it out, and that’s when he sees me and takes my picture.”