First, I saw my first cactus flower of the year.
I think that’s supposed to mean spring is here.
At least I guess so. We never did have winter this year.
Until this weekend, that is.
Because a little while after I saw this flower it snowed.
I don’t know what the weather’s up to.
No good, I think.
And these prickly pear cacti must have thought so too, because they decided to protect this lonely little flower.
And then my mischievous puddle finally decided to show up.
I was really happy to see it, but the way it’s been lately it’ll probably go off and hide somewhere again tomorrow.
It hasn’t been hanging around much lately.
But then my person had to add to the mischief.
She knows how much I don’t like waiting while she takes flower pictures.
So now she’s getting even worse.
She’s taking pictures of flowers before they even turn into flowers.
This is getting really serious.
All this mischief surrounding me.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do.
I think what I need is one of these.
I did spell that right, didn’t I?