Writer, editor, wild word and wool wielder.
Shutterbug, snowshoer, coffee swiller.
Mama. Wife.
(Reluctant runner.)
The calendar says it’s April, but the forecast for the week reeks of August. Every year, April, you do this. Aprugust is more like it. Today is, in my opinion, almost perfect. Around 70 degrees, sunny, low humidity, and a breeze. “Heather weather” to a tee. Later this week? Not so much. Eighties. Some of…
Sometimes, a photo says plenty. Even if it’s just a pretty little thing I saw during my day. So here is the first installment in the Cabin Curiosities category. This bloom fell off in transit, but it still provides a bright flash of color as I look out on a gloomy, wet…
May your year be spicy… or at least full of flavor and color.
If this face doesn’t say joy, to and in our wide wild world, what does?