Winter is hard, my dears. Waiting is agony. Until you apprehend the story. The beauty of spring and summer in the northern climes depends on time ticking ever so slowly. Soon enough, the first bud, the first bee, the first peeper in the thawing pond. If not for these endless days we’d lose our wonderContinue reading “Last day of February. Winter in full freeze. Words to live by for Northern climes.”
Dunga Brook Diary~ When I lived in LA, I didn’t have the serenity to slow down. A dog was something to let out in the morning and lock in the house all day.