Bathroom Reveal and No Food in Sight

It has been a crazy week here, not much cooking going on, although I have to take pics of Seth's signature dish "Orange Pasta".

It's not orange, it's paprika red, and so delicious and an old family favorite, but Seth (father of Logan, MacKenzie and Morgan) has polished his "Chicken Paprika" skills to perfection. So of course we let him make it...

Which means I got to help unload big bags of chicken feed, but that's another story.

Back to food. Or lack thereof.

We've had the downstairs all awry with the bathroom. And the snow:

Do you love my tulips? :)

And the short spikes are my big irises.....

When the weather warms this big pig pot is filled with bright, friendly begonias....

Or snow. Either way!

My goal is that by next week I can move the last of the firewood off the porch, bring the rockers out of storage, hang the swing and THINK SPRING!!! :)

This is always a changeable month here... March and April can run the gamut, so we're used to it. It's just that by now, hope springs eternal!!! HOPE RISES.... a little faster than the temperatures!

This was a setting full moon on Holy Saturday.... It was so pretty! Peeking through the trees as the sun was rising on the other side of the house. 

I had three 8 oz. bags of my favorite milk chocolate foil-wrapped eggs from a local candy shop... 

Gone.

URCHINS! 

While I was cleaning the attic and Grandpa was watching kids, he fed them my chocolate eggs to make them happy.

They were very happy.

I am less so.

But I did hide my box of chocolates far, far away so that I get my one piece per day... my reward for not doing bodily harm to any creature, great or small.

And having said that, if you've never read James Herriot/s books, you should. If you love animals, you should read those books. If you love sweet romance, you should read those books... Absolutely delightful, and you know I'll never steer you wrong.

I'm using that screen shot instead of nipping a cover off of Amazon... I have all the books in my office, but it's a little askew right now, possibly making a picture of my own copy of Jim's books IMPOSSIBLE to take. 

I've spent the first part of the week in New York City, seeing my sons there, so Starbucks has become my home away from home... and quiet writing in the hotel room.... and visits to Ground Zero/Freedom Tower.

You know the former mayor of NYC urged people to stop using the term "Ground Zero" for the site of the 2001 terror attacks, but I'm going to bet that those of us who live in New York and New Jersey and Connecticut... the people who go in and out of that city... the people who lost family members, who watched those towers fall...

That moniker sticks.

Not because we can't move on but because we don't want to forget... because when you put history into convenient little compartments, you endanger yourself to becoming jaded to it.

That meant no cooking for Ruthy this week... but bathroom painting, yes! And the pics!!!