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!