The forecast was for maybe one inch of snow, but we got about four or five inches. I woke up, threw on my coat over my pajamas, and got out there before the wind took all the snow off the tree branches. The floating clumps of snow are what has been falling from the trees. Of course, Lucy came with me.
January 8th. It was forty years ago on this day my mother died.
A generally happy person. Married for over thirty years to a wonderful man, I have two adult children, a son in law, a grandson, a cat, a dog, and a house by a river. A relationship with Jesus forms the bedrock of my life.