Friday, October 28, 2011
the f word
EEEEEK, it's in the weather report for tomorrow: flurries. That white stuff that we avoid mentioning by name this time of year. Oh say it isn't so, say it will be rain. The garden would love a little rain. My one joy at a weather report like this is the small, but visible, bumps on the tiny branches of the trees, little leafs all curled up ready for spring. Don't get me wrong, I also take great joy in a wide smooth white expanse dotted with evergreens and crowned by blue as far as you can see, but I am not in a rush for it.