Somebody was at my house and I was looking up how to crochet one of those twisty scarves that I had been knitting. I knew it was possible, but I didn't know how. So I was sitting at my computer trying to remember my username for that site and she was sitting nearby. But she wasn't watching me, she was looking at some branches Larry had pruned from a plum tree. I had rescued them from the burning pile and stuck them in a vase. I thought they would be in bloom around Easter and I could hang some of my carved eggs on them.
Only a few of the blooms are open, but they are looking good.