On the frayed edge of Winter, we wait.  Spring is just days away.  We are hopeful.  We are spirited.  Winter seems, now, like a distant dream, and we are forward-looking and thinking, but could it be?  Could the baton…

I have decided to forgive March.  Just last weekend, she mercilessly stole an hour of sleep from me.  I don’t take kindly to such behavior and have cursed March like no other month, save for August, but she has atoned…

The chirping and chattering of nearby birds seemed almost surreal and somewhat eerie.  Their tone was one of elation mixed with urgency, and I searched the skies as the sound seemed to be enveloping me.  Nothing.  I saw nothing until…

Last week’s blog seems like eons ago, and each day bleeds into the next without much pomp or circumstance.  I’m in a funk. Many people say it’s the weather or stunning lack of sun.  Perhaps.  Some say it’s normal and short-lived. …

The weekend was absolutely lovely, almost perfect, seemingly planned.  It was if Spring purposely delayed her arrival to converge with Easter – fashionably late.  It was a grand entrance, unforgettable and sweet.  Stick around for a while, Spring.  Make yourself comfortable. We have much catching…

The official start of Spring is tomorrow.  This is not to say that Winter will automatically retreat, but its grip on the reigns is slowly loosening.  There will be a fair amount of back and forth for the next few weeks…

The lifted and gnarled ridges of snow and ice appeared like great heaving scars across the landscape – painful and raw.  The small respite from freezing temperatures had melted the snow, morphing it into strange undulations, frozen in place by the icy,…