We didn’t get snow except for mixed with rain and not enough of that. Some of the magnolias have already browned. I think about the farmers and the fruit trees; have they been patient enough to still be able to fruit, with this return to winter after the long, false spring?
Crow in the red maple tree outside my bedroom window. Almost camouflaged, but easy to hear.
The unseasonably warm weather is worrisome. I can be anxious and be thinking of ways to adjust the garden to optimize the circumstances and simultaneously just enjoy the upsides—such as this morning’s outrageous sunrise.
At the Rubin Museum (which graciously does not forbid photos). I regard that as a desire to have visitors expand the invitation. It is one of my favorite places to go in N), especially when I only have a few hours before heading back home.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Oh for a cold frame. Later, I’ll get bundled up and harvest an armload of greens before the freezing rain starts. Snow would have been fine, but not freezing rain for tender greens.
