Lynne Irons
It was too rainy and chilly at the beginning of the week to begin the major yard cleanup.
My mother died seven years ago at the beginning of February.
On a particularly beautiful morning last week I was driving past Polly Hill Arboretum.
I admit I’ve been lulled into denial about January weather.
Last week’s record warmth, although wonderful, felt wrong somehow.
Hopefully this is my last week of just making stuff up.