We had winter's first snow yesterday, about four inches of fluffy white came down. Events were canceled, roads were trecherous and my great=grandson, Finn, who was too small to know snow last year, had his first experience of it. Says his Mama, "he didn't know what to make of it but he sure didn't want to go in." She's learning to be a very good photographer.
Predictions are for very warm -- like the low 50s -- tomorrow so today I'm gazing out at the carpet of white where sad brown grass was and looking at trees bedecked with white on their limbs. I have a couple of ongoing quilt projects that will let me sit at the sewing machine which is in front of a window and enjoy the day.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!