s'march!

The quest for a new & working auto continues. My Dad is currently tinkering with an older Bronco he had laying around (which belonged to my crazy incarcerated step-uncle Larry), but the longer that takes, the worse the chances look. Meanwhile I've been driving around H's car, which will soon reap the harvest of innards from the carcass of my lovely but dead ex-conveyance.

And spring is coming. Ah, March. Garden season.