I don’t know how I ever went to work. I spend the entire day fussing around my house and yard.

Recently, on one of those absolutely perfect early spring days, I realized the sky has not been so blue and clear since the days following 9/11.

I am eternally grateful to live on Martha’s Vineyard at a time like this.

A while ago I talked about my maternal grandmother, Nonnie. She was a letter writer.

I’m a broken record — I hate the wind. The weather, however, does not respond to criticism.

I’m going to stop mentioning the lack of winter and turn my attention to spring.