Lord willin' and the creek don't rise.

Just got called, by my husband, a temptress, for sending him a text message. And he's right. If you're not too squeamish, here's what I said:

Let's ditch work and go canoeing.

Oh, it is so beautiful here today. Something like 16 C and sunny. You can smell spring. There are lines of trumpeter swans in the sky. But I'm trapped behind this computer and he's trapped in a bathroom renovation. Probably had to dig himself out from under the crawlspace to answer the ring.

(Pussywillows, magnolia buds, nearly melted snow.)