With a roar, for sure. Not the weather though– all of us are roaring, trying to hasten the exit of this malingering winter.
How did we survive it, this epic, still-going-strong-past-the-equinox winter of 2014-15?…
a bushel of gumption, an ounce of grace
With a roar, for sure. Not the weather though– all of us are roaring, trying to hasten the exit of this malingering winter.
How did we survive it, this epic, still-going-strong-past-the-equinox winter of 2014-15?…
Twas the first day of spring 2015, and it looked and felt like winter, of course. Snowing with temps in the 20’s, I am wondering if I will ever feel warm again.
A box of Sevilles at the ready and a bouquet of tulips showing their colors helped remind us that sunniness does exist (somewhere!) and will return someday. The dogs find joy in just about any weather, why don’t we?
Have tried to bear this winter with grace and humor but both wearing a bit thin…and yet…
Hope springs eternal xo
There have been a few nights when the wind’s been so emphatic I thought the roof was about to peel off, or maybe parts of the chimney. The latter stands between the two west-northwest facing windows in my bedroom, and the tremendous banging and clangings that emanate are a mystery. …
Toward the end of January my post-flu need for a lot more sleep merged with the onset of extreme cold to become a semi-hibernatory pattern. No more hauling up in the dark hours before dawn; it was just too damn cold and my body could not deal….
It dawned clear and below zero again here. In the early morning now Jupiter moves down the western sky and for a time pre-dawn hangs in the middle of my southwest window, brighter than any star….
Snow was general over the Northeast again this past weekend. I realized that this was in fact a nor’easter of sorts when I saw the snow gently piling up in the mudroom inside the bottom corner crack of the east-facing side door that needs a) to be replaced entirely or b) at the very least have some weather strip freshening….
Traps were set. The great George Gardner gave me a bucket of snap traps and told me how to do it. …
About halfway through my 12 days of flu, nocturnal scratchings of small rodent co-residents reached a crescendo. Of course, right? …
Epiphany, January 6, did not hold much meaning for me growing up. …