dogs in the office

Sometimes I complain about the office.  But I never complain about my boss.  She agrees with my notion that every office should have its mascot.

O Maya, you are a vixen.

It's a huge responsibility to make all of the employees laugh - to cover their faces with kisses - to jump and leap and perform comical acrobatics. . . to warm even the heaviest heart.

All of that work can wear a baby girl out.  Naps required.

  On a different note - outside of the office and back at the homestead -

Spring has arrived.  

Rhubarb - it's going to be another banner year for this plant.  I'm determined to make cobblers and pies and stewed treats.  Maybe a jam or three...

Meanwhile, my trusty scouts are out patrolling the borders.  We have to make certain that the woodchucks know where we draw the line.