The return to winter last week looked as if it would stretch into the long weekend. Fortunately that did not happen, and while the wind was chilly, Saturday was graced by sun most of the day. Sunday was much the same, slightly warmer. Very early on Monday morning the rain pattered outside the open window, the cool breeze filled the room and the birds sang to the new dawn. Nature is a lovely alarm clock, albeit a bit early for a holiday morn.
The weekend was filled with friends, fiber and massive attacks of spring cleaning. Even Smith caught the bug and the pantry/storage room is now 90% empty. (He is not amused that I call it my new fiber storage room.) The bookcase in my "junque room" also had a face lift . The knitting books are up from the bottom shelves and much easier to see. They look marvelous interspersed with yarn, fiber and other memorabilia of my craftiness. Stacy's room was the inspiration that set off the cleaning jag. It looks like boudoir for yarn and knitting. I had serious envy for her lovely space and decided to create on of my own. Even with all the clean up, spinning was accomplished.
Max is fitting in as if he was always here. He is a dream dog, better trained then any we've raised. He obviously didn't have overindulgent parents and toes his own line. There has been little to no adjustment period. He is sweet, comfortably content and we are all very happy, all very lucky.