After a crackling-hard winter, she was relieved to drag the Adirondack chair out of the shed. Morning sun dappled through the leafy canopy overhead, warm enough to make outdoor morning coffee outdoors feasible, but not enough to waken mosquitoes. Continue reading
spring
A Secret Garden (In defiance of more snow & cold)
She closes her eyes, imagining the garden in springtime. Continue reading
Stay back, Stay Alive (How cold am I?)
Cold. Literally frozen to the bone. Not that I’m whining. Not that I can do that anymore. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 