So Sunday morning I arrived a bit earlier than necessary due to familial car sharing, and to use up the time I went outside to see if anything interesting was growing yet. I found pussywillows, which always make me think of Grampa.
But anyway, I gave one to Scott, who examined it and said, “Looks like baby mice on a stick.”


  1. Caleb Said,

    April 9, 2009 @ 7:25 pm

    baby mice on a stick – hehe.
    I miss Grandpa. I am thankful for an Elder at my church who is in a way like Grandpa, and is willing to talk to me whenever, and cares about me. I really needed that kind of a Grandfatherly figure. (oh! and he prays in King Jamesian!)

  2. Krissy Said,

    April 12, 2009 @ 4:08 pm

    …*snork* Baby mice on a stick, ’cause that’s always what I think of when I look at a plant. =)

  3. mal Said,

    April 25, 2009 @ 2:04 pm

    that made my day.

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