It sounds like a revolutionary guerrilla movement, but it’s our latest arctic blast moving into the area, and we are not amused.  This is getting old, like us.  Temps are threatening to go down to dangerous minus degree nights and single digit days.  Hopefully there won’t be the typical power outages we get down here a lot.  We laid in supplies for the week, and got in our last few moments of relatively mild fresh air out back.

Here are daffodils (with buds?!) and crowds of crocus shoots under the mistaken impression that spring is coming, and Misu and I romping and playing predator/prey.  (I’m the prey.)  If you’re reading this, please remember to keep your pets inside on freezing nights.