March 2026
March 31, 2026
The Winter of 2026 or The Winter That Just Wouldn’t Quit.
And anytime that it did stop snowing, it just shifted into a cold, relentless rain.
Reese loves food. Actually, anything “edible”. But there isn’t much she won’t do for a dehydrated anchovy.
The optimism of spring.
My eyes crave yellow this time of year more than any other.
My morning walk is getting lighter every day. Soon I won’t need a flashlight to pick up poop. Hooray!