It’s that time of year again when these cute little balls-o-fluff are out there learning to cross the street and stay together (must be bird kindergarten).
It’s not really snow, just the blossoms, but you probably figured that out.
My grandpa said that it has to snow three times on the daffodils before we can have spring, but it’s not clear if the count starts on the sprouts of leaves or the bloom and/or if snows 3 times in one day, which happened this year, so I say we count it.
Getting up close and personal with The Pride of Baltimore when it was docked at Black River Landings in Lorain, OH.
If curiosity killed the cat, what did it do to the squirrel?
Can’t you just smell the cotton candy , funnel cakes, and popcorn when you see a ferris wheel?
That’s what my mom called umbrellas. And with it raining today, along with it being dreary, a bit of color and a fun memory of mom is just the right pick-me-up.
This plane is in the Liberty Aviation Museum in Port Clinton, OH. The unique thing about this plane is that there are two different women, his devil and his angel, painted on the sides.