I do not mind a March snowstorm. The sun is getting stronger by the day so we know it will not last.

Nonnie, my maternal grandmother, was a great and consistent letter writer.

Finally, a couple of sunny days. It’s been quite a stretch of gloomy and/or rainy weather.

The several days of unseasonably warm weather have contributed to some elevated anxiety for me.

Holy cow! That was some serious rain last Sunday. I had over three inches in a bucket.

As far as I’m concerned spring has sprung. The forsythia twigs I brought inside a week ago have started to bloom. Some tiny shoots are emerging.