March this year certainly came in like a lion didn’t it?
A delightful surprise greeted me last week as I walked through the Safeway door. Alongside the floral department was a tall vase filled with pussy willows — real ones!
It may just be February, but there are subtle signs of spring if you know where to look.
January is here and it’s usually a time when we see some snow in Rim Country. That hasn’t been happening this year, so far, although most of the rest of the country is getting more winter than they want.
Wow! How did it ever get to be December so soon?
“Our harvest being gotten in, our governor sent four men out fowling so that we might, after a more special manner, rejoice together after we had gathered the fruits of our labors.”
Sunday evening, Oct. 27 — We’d had an early dinner and were watching the fourth game of the World Series. Len, who was recently a patient in PRMC, was preparing to go to bed. Just as he was about to crawl under the covers — chirp…chirp…chirp. The bedroom smoke alarm decided to make itself heard. (Don’t those batteries ever get weak during the daytime?)
Helen Hunt Jackson said it best in her poem, “October’s Bright Blue Weather.” Where better to enjoy this stimulating time of year than in Rim Country?
No one enjoys being in a hospital emergency room, but that is where Len and I found ourselves a couple weeks ago. As careful as we try to be at our ages, he had taken a fall and was experiencing back pain.
Have you discovered Cronuts yet? The pastries are a cross between a croissant and a donut and are sweeping the country from New York City to San Francisco.