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,…

The birdsong?  What happened to the birdsong?  Were they not singing and perhaps giggling at our misfortune?  Stupid birds.  They were mocking us at best and warning us at worst.  Spring is clearly for the birds…not for us. We’re in…

These sunny days are killers.  Sure, they look benign enough, and for a moment, lift the spirits, until you have to walk outside.  They are nothing short of brutal and misleading, which just seems cruel.  At this point, I’ll take…

Happy April!  Yes, it’s April, and it’s been chilly, unseasonably chilly, but Spring will persist and pervade, and all will be well…eventually. Last week, the kids were on Spring Break.  We intended on spending the week close to home, perhaps…

I’m still reeling from Sunday’s time change.  I’ve never been a fan of the “spring” forward initiative.  I feel as though I’ve been robbed.  Monday morning greeted me with sheer and utter darkness, which set the tone for the rest…

Major snow storm in March?  Unlikely, but true.  We made up for a whole season of snow in little over a month.  In fact, we had no measurable snow events in November, December or January.  It was all packed into…

So far, March has come in like a lamb, keeping consistent with the peculiar winter we’ve had so far.  I suspect she’ll leave as a platypus – a mixed bag, so to speak. This mild, aforementioned peculiar weather, although agreeable…