Saturday, February 24, 2018

It’s snowing. Again.

I would like to sequester myself in the woman cave all day but I have to go out for an appointment this afternoon. It’s supposed to be sunny later today, and above freezing in the coming days, but I don’t know what to believe anymore.

Spring will arrive on schedule whether it appears that way or not right now. In a few weeks I’ll be digging in potting soil  and planting tiny tomato seeds no matter what.

Meanwhile, snow.

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Simple happy.

Losing myself in a novel that I have the honour of beta reading.

Slow cooker suppers.

Licorice tea.

 

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early every morning with one of my photos and a few simple words. | Nulla dies sine linea: not a day without a line. | Soli Deo gloria: to the glory of God alone.
4 comments
  1. Dear Linda, thank you for the Chekhov quote. It so fits what seems to be happening about and within me right now. The air is chilled. It’s a wet cold and so seems to seep into the bones. Because of that and the ice/sleet storms we’ve been having, I haven’t done much walking lately.

    I am busy, though, getting ready for the self-publishing of my convent memoir. I hope to have it available on Amazon by March 21. It’s all so exciting. I remember when you did your book. I have a copy on my bookshelf! The cover is so evocative. Peace.

    1. Congratulations on hearing the publication of your memoir, Dee! Huge accomplishment! I look forward to reading it.

  2. Spring has never missed a season. It will come.

    It shall come. Peace and joy, Linda . . .

    1. Yes it will, and right in schedule too. 🙂 Must keep that in mind!

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