I ordered this amaryllis November 20. Red for the holidays. When it hadn’t budged/was still only a fat bulb on December 31, I emailed the

(“what happened to the beautiful snow?”) I just got back from overnight visiting Nika and Scott – and Ariella, who had come up for the

Red. Stop sign red. Stop. I should have stopped before I started today. Just a litany of woes, it was. One thing after another. Losing

I was trying to show you the rain drops falling on the water. And on the ice. And on the snow. Making slop. A mire.

(coming home late) Yesterday, in my online art group, we were talking about how to determine which ways to participate in social media. The gist

I was passing a sign in a nearby town: BEHIND THIS SNOWBANK IS A GREAT STORE. Well, thanks to the sun outside, you can’t see

Peaches has been bouncing around in the snow. Can you tell? A little sticking to her? Just like me. When I go NEAR my dyes,

Yeah! Shovel that snow! You love it! In fact, oddly, I DO love shoveling snow. I like it because I can make shapes/path/ clear spaces.

Three days ago the forecast for yesterday was “snow showers”. Which basically means little or no accumulation. Nothing to measure. The day before: 3- 5

It’s snowing. It’s cold. And my dear Peaches is recovering from her romp outdoors. She loves the snow. And I do love her. When she’s