It is not always pretty from the front porch…

It has been above freezing for several days and nights. The snow is melting and shrinking but what is left is a slushy, puddly, icy mess. The snow is covered with pine needles and sticks. It is not pretty.

Bob ventured out to see what he could see. He didn’t notice his reflection. He was too busy looking for bubbles. (Bob and Bubbles)

When the outside view is not at its best, I look for something pretty inside.

On my kitchen window sill: the single red rose and lilies I bought almost 2 weeks ago and what is left of the live basil after making pesto last weekend. The lilies are in a vase that was hand painted by my grandmother Ruth. And I had a little Photoshop fun with a watercolor filter.