My flip flops, that is. The ones I wore back from Florida, when it was in the 30s here. They're sitting in my closet, teasing me. The calendar says it's spring, but the thermometer disagrees. All this week I've had to bundle up to go do my farm chores. I sure wish spring would get here. In the meantime, I'm sharing a cheerful picture of our bagel Jack. He was an abandoned hunting dog. It makes me angry to think about it but then I realize, their loss...our gain. He's a sweetie but he's not too bright. We love him anyway.
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