La Donna e Mobile

Monday's sunrise was a warning.

 "It's like living in Mordor," my husband said, as we watched the black clouds, like malevolent birds, blotting out the sky above us.

After all that irrational exuberance back on the weekend -- crocuses, daffodils, Spring, tra la -- Mother Nature dope-slapped us on Monday.

Rain turned to sleet; sleet turned to snow.

A good day for bird-watching . . .

Or watching Miss Susie Hutchins bird-watching...

But. . .
By mid afternoon on Tuesday, the snow was gone, the sun was out. . .

And Maggie and Dan decided to enjoy this pleasant side of Mother Nature . . . 
who, being feminine, is fickle.

Exit the White Witch

Blue sky at last!
The icicles have dropped and shattered and the snow on the roof is slipping groundward . . .

in an frozen lacy veil that slowly

drips into nothingness.

If You See This Post...

. . . it means I'm powerless.

So if you don't hear from me, I'm sitting by the fire, reading and writing by the light of a kerosene lamp.