Freezing Fog. Hoar Frost. Weather Inversion. Yes to all. No to the Moon Eclipse. Hidden. Weather wants to make us all stir crazy and S.A.D. Instead, I’m shouting that there is beauty – even in the icy barbs on neighbor Bills old tomato cages.
Winter’s artist decorated our day for the season.
I am a grandmother, a wife, a mother, a sister, and a friend.
I know that a woman who will tell her age or her weight will tell anything. I won't tell mine, so you can trust me. I have a cat. I have a duster that I don't use.
The photo header is one I have taken of Gram's antique writing desk. My dust.