Springtime

It sure seems like you should be outside.

Pictured, as cowpokes (L to R): Aunt Linda, Dad, and Aunt Maria

I Think Your Great Big City's Very Pretty, Nevertheless--

It's the snow again. My mother said some parts of The Enchanted Forest haven't had power for two days, and I can't help feeling jealous. Oh, that's not right. I can help it. I can help it if I bake a lopsided lemon tart and eat it with a cup of tea and some homemade raspberry jam. By now, you ought to know how I feel about homemade raspberry jam. My mother also told me that up in Michigan, where Patty C. pouts because she never gets a proper antique oil-lamp power-outage (what with all the back-up generators), they're expecting another storm. All that snow is hardly news, but I'm green-eyed and restless upon hearing that Grandma Patty is digging out some cross-country skis to do a little old-fashioned trespassing.

Oh, it's just like the song. I want to go back to Michigan.