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.
Tuesday’s snowstorm kept me indoors all day. I did not go to the market nor to the post office.
There is nothing like 40-degree days in January. This is especially true for us gardening types, when the temperatures correspond with the arrival of...
It’s amazing that a 20 or 30 degree day seems downright warm.
Everyone’s spirits seem to be lifted this week.
Back in the day I worked many a breakfast shift at the Black Dog Tavern.
Because the days are almost imperceivably longer the hens have noticed.
I do enjoy a good snowfall, especially the first of the season. I love the way it covers a multitude of sins, so to speak.
On Saturday, I took a quick road trip up to Marion. Violet was performing in the Tabor Academy String Ensemble winter concert.
The beautiful weather has put my Christmas spirit on hold. I cannot drag myself out of the garden to look for the outdoor lights.
Several weeks ago I wrote about a memorable sunrise viewed from the upper deck of the SSA vessel, Woods Hole. I can now top that experience.