My mother died seven years ago at the beginning of February.
On a particularly beautiful morning last week I was driving past Polly Hill Arboretum.
I admit I’ve been lulled into denial about January weather.
Last week’s record warmth, although wonderful, felt wrong somehow.
Hopefully this is my last week of just making stuff up.
Christmas week produced some beautiful weather. The sun was almost noticeably warmer.
Here it is the end of yet another year and of the decade. All the news outlets are running articles on what has happened so I will not bother.
There is nothing quite like a couple of pre-Christmas snowfalls. It is so pretty with all the lights.
That was some serious rain on Monday afternoon and evening.
Growing up in Rew, Penn., snow was a fact of life.
I’ve been on-Island too long. Last Friday afternoon was rainy and windy. I took a road trip up to Marion to fetch Violet for the Thanksgiving week-...
After Monday’s rather miserable cold, windy and rainy day, Tuesday dawned as one of those great to be alive mornings.

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