Happy Vernal Equinox

Hello friends!

Yesterday was the Vernal Equinox, which means that at 1:48am EDT,
the sun passed directly over the Earth's equator, and we folks in the
Northern hemisphere moved from Wintertime into Springtime.

My first Springtime!

Bring on the warm days overflowing with sunshine, I'm ready for them...



In truth, the Equinox wasn't an especially sunny day, it was chilly and damp, but I did get out a little bit on my first day of spring, if only to go to the mall for a while with my mamas to buy candy for Easter baskets.

And right now I would like to take a moment to make a small comment,
to say that while I've heard a great number of positive comments about
this thing called candy, and have witnessed firsthand the enthusiasm
with which others approach candy and the look of great satisfaction
and pleasure subsequent to each candy encounter,
I have yet to be offered any candy myself.

Perhaps this has been just a simple matter of oversight,
each person assuming that another person has already selflessly
offered some candy to me. This candy, in all its countless shapes,
colors and flavors, seems to be in abundant supply, so there should be
enough to share a small amount with someone of my diminutive stature,
but alas, not even one piece has been forthcoming. I just have to
satisfy myself with a new warm bottle every couple of hours, I guess.
And I'm not complaining. But I am starting to wonder...

Funny story, I was out with the mamas the other day,
in a chocolate shop in the town center,
when a woman behind the counter said to them:
"I know that baby."

Mama Cyndi said, in response: "You do?"

Woman: "Yes, he's four months old."

That's where mama Cyndi became a little confused, not having been in the chocolate shop with me before, and she expressed as much.

To which the woman replied, "Oh, he was in here the other day
with your husband. Who bought a champagne truffle."

I had indeed recently been in the shop with a beardy fellow,
and we had indeed purchased and consumed a delicious champagne truffle
(well, he did all the consuming, I merely watched)
but mama Cyndi explained that the fellow in question was
the nanny, not the husband.
And a good time was had by all.

Anyway, in the recent warming weather my manny and I
have been able to take a walk or two all around the town,

and I'm a baby with stunning powers of mesmerism,

and he has a big red beard,

and people seem to notice such a pair

walking down the sidewalk,

one harnessed to the chest of the other,

eating champagne truffles while the world burns.