I spoke too soon. Last week I commented that we have yet to have a proper winter.
I have accepted the fact that we are not having a proper winter. The ground has yet to freeze, I have snowdrops a nanosecond away from blooming,...
It’s rather pleasant although troubling that we had nearly a week frost-free in the end of January.
There is no place like home. I just returned as I write this from our nation’s capital.
I took advantage of the lengthening days and did some seeding in the greenhouse.
I do enjoy a good snowstorm. I needed to be forced indoors to attend some long-neglected tasks.
Here we are into another year. I did not bother to make any resolutions this year. I never keep them anyway.
I am the queen of leftovers. I just polished off the rest of Christmas dinner.
Christmas is nothing if not predictable. I mean that in a good way.

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