this darned season rolls on still.
some mornings the snow clouds part and we toast to spring at breakfast time.
then the sound of the fog horns boom and those heavy storms roll in from the dark sea again.
most of our days are spent dressing up reading for outdoors, then undressing all those winter layers. then dressing up again. so here we are, in thermals and sweaters still, playing dress up with little clement. singing and dancing at the library. climbing with friends by the waterfront. rolling in the snow covered back yard. and taking many many walks with cc calling out 'creepin crawlies. spy-ders. mr bumbling bees. wheres you? snows melting time to come out now'.