As I write this, the fire in my woodstove is crackling away and the pot of water on top of it is steaming. I am enjoying the warmth because outside it is blowing snow under gray skies and with a chill wind.
There is a robin huddled in the bare branches of a vibernum outside my window. Bet he wisheshe got the memo that spring doesn’t start in Michigan until May.
My oldest daughter was lamenting that the dress she bought for Easter came too late to wear for the holiday. I mentioned that she...
Published on April 02, 2016 16:21