When this winter started, eight or nine years ago, I determined that we wouldn't complain about the cold, ice, snow or whatever, but would rather allow ourselves to be dazzled by the beauty while enjoying cozy evenings by the woodfire and improving our chess game. Let others complain, we said, we will find something wondrous to behold each day: the cardinal flashing through the white landscape; otters popping up from holes in the ice making their fishy snuffly sound; homemade soup and bread and the world of netflix to explore. What a load of old bollocks.
Thus started my last attempt at blogging, written and abandoned sometime in February. The winter was brutal and made worse by THE COUGH. Everyone seemed to have it and like the winter itself it would not go away.
But friends, here we are. Spring! Oh Bliss. I'm aware that most of you have long ago waved goodbye to your daffodils and forsythia but we are just in the midst of it now. But hummingbirds are buzzing around, an oriole came looking for oranges (and finding none moved on) and woodcocks are spiraling out of the sky at dusk. So I guess we made it. No doubt some of you have reservations already for this summer and to the rest of you, what are you waiting for? I look forward to making your acquaintance.