…that’s just wrong.
Snow squall warnings. An inch or so of the white stuff. Will it never end?
As a merry Easter and a joyous Long Weekend to all who celebrate this particular holiday, a sign of hope from my friend Julie:
The earliest, odd-looking beginning of rhubarb in her backyard garden. Soon enough, she says, it will be made pie.
Fresh produce at the Farmers’ Market, swimming in the lake, barefoot in the backyard… What are you looking forward to most of all?
