Gripped Or Is It Griped?

Oh my goodness, the grey skies continue along with the cold temps with only images of spring buried in our hopes that soon, soon we will be released from the grips of winter.  Yes, it has definitely gripped us, or should I say griped us.  (gripped means to hang on, not let go, griped means to bellyache).  

Which leads me to our word of the week....untoward.  Not a very difficult word, one that is quite easy to use in a sentence, but not sure if I have ever spoken the word.  Untoward meaning "not moving in the direction toward something".....Using it in a sentence "If things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next." - Jane Austen.  Which brings us back to our untowardly weather...it doesn't seem to be moving in the direction of spring.  But as Jane Austen says...it is sure to mend the next (month).

Remember this?

Here it is today....at least it's useful, dirty but useful.

I'll just keep buying tulips until they begin their ascent from the cold earth.

Saw this idea on Pinterest so bought a 4 pack of these sweet violas and planted them in egg shells.  After ruining 3 egg shells by cracking them on the side of the sink, I finally pulled out a butcher knife and cracked them with that.  Much easier.  Aren't they sweet?

Hope you are having a wonderful week and Spring is making an appearance in your part of the world.

Linking to Madge's Rurality (figured the birds and the squirrel could fall into a rural setting).


 "In the Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."~ Margaret Atwood

Until next time.....