I’ve said repeatedly that I wish I had a job as a weather forecaster. They get it right maybe half the time.

I’m going to say something that every old person on the planet says on a regular basis: “They don’t make things like they used to!”

I was so happy with the good amount of rain we received on Saint Patrick’s Day.

It was so wonderfully warm and sunny on Tuesday that I saw a honeybee on my crocuses.

Last week’s warmer weather lit a fire under me, finally. Violet and I got out in the yard for some much-needed pruning and raking.

What a welcome change in the weather. Already green shoots of spring-flowering bulbs are poking through.

I love when it warms up after a couple of snowy days and the snow gives itself back up to the atmosphere. The foggy mist is a welcome calm.

My favorite thing about snow is its ability to keep me indoors goofing off. As an outdoor worker there is literally nothing to do.

Monday morning dawned with my favorite winter weather — a new-fallen snow was covering all the tree branches.

Nothing in the weather world is more annoying than wind.