Spring
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
— Rachel Carson
Easter Eggs
My family has a tradition of dyeing and painting Easter eggs every Easter, and I’m so glad we continued that tradition this year. It was fun to see all the different colors and designs that everyone chose (I used these lace cookies for my design base). Of course, the eggs only last a few days since we all enjoy eating them! om nom. :) 
A Snowy Afternoon
“what is winter but
a pastry chef gone crazy
frosting all in sight “
-Robin Glasser
Maximus
We have a new addition to our household. He’s been around for a couple of months now. His name is Maximus, aka Max, Fluffimus , Stinkimus, Cutemus, and Sillimus Maximus, and Gato. We named him after this horse (a very appropriate namesake I might add). He’s just about the silliest, sweetest cat you’ll ever meet and we’ve fallen in love with him. He makes us laugh everyday with his antics.
One of Max’s favorite places and spaces is up in the trees. He loves to try to catch birds. With absolutely no success, I might add. There’s no need for a bell on his collar.
This is closely followed by the bathtub. Yes, you read right. The bathtub. You can find him hanging out here on a daily basis.
Next to bathtubs, Max loves a good romp in the snow. 
His absolute favorite food is breakfast cereal, most especially Marshmallow Mateys. (I promise we feed Max normal cat food, lol. We’ve discovered things like this through his tenacity to try everything we eat.)
He will try to eat your cereal at any cost. Even if he has to resort to jumping off of this:
If you eat cereal at our house, you have been warned.
Max loves snuggles. He’ll jump up onto you (You have no choice in the matter), proceed to climb halfway over your shoulder, and then relax completely and purr loudly. It’s like carrying around a fluffy sack of potatoes.
We’ve gotten so used to these snuggle attacks that we end up carrying him around the house while continuing whatever activity we were doing before he jumped up (in this case, it was brushing teeth.) I’ve had to master the skill of sweeping the kitchen floor with him sprawled on my shoulders. I must look ridiculous… although Morwen might approve.
Now you’ve met Max. :)
