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.

I grew up (or as I like to say grew taller) in the snow belt of western Pennsylvania. We experienced the lake effect snow which came off Lake Erie.

I’m not positive but I think I have my earliest crocus ever.