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.
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.