Typically, March is my least favorite month. Cold rain, grey skies, wind, soggy ground. But, the snow is finally melted off and I’m beginning to search for daffodils.
I notice the changing evening light each night I do dishes. I like the view from my sink. There’s hope yet.
Strong wind, rain, thunder, lightening tonight. Storm couch, indeed. Blankets, Daily Show, maybe House of Cards. Despicable characters, delightfully cynical.
Rest in peace, my dear Aunt Julie. Your spirit, love and caring will never be forgotten.