Trying to be a little arty, I took this picture of a fence during our snowfall last weekend. I hope it was the last snowfall of the year but predictions for the coming weekend are a bit iffy.
I was walking over to my daughter's to see to their cat while they were away a couple of days. It was early morning and the snow was falling quietly. I'd never have been out except for that errand although I know -- in my head at least -- that early morning walks are a great time for getting pictures. They are, of course, great exercise, too.
However, I prefer my exercise in the early sun of a nice warm day beside the ocean and those days aren't going to be here for a while yet. Spring is an iffy season on Cape Cod. This particular snow covered brave little upshoots of crocuses, snow drops and a few green fingeringly of daffodils. They get that shock every year and most survive. I'm waiting for them.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!