Dennis and I had a quiet Sunday. The bright sun ushered in Spring. Dennis might have had a bit of spring fever when I noticed he had hung the porch rocking chair cushions out on the clothes line for a bit of airing. I made sure I had the bedroom window cracked for a portion of the day. Lots of fresh air all around.
Dennis did share that when he brought in the cushions and put them back on the wooden slats of the rocking chairs, Harriet and Butter Ball near trampled him to claim them as theirs. Talk about spoiled . . . actually, that’s not necessary. Dennis and I both know it and we also know who did the spoiling.