The two witch hazels that bracket our front door are very confused right now: They came into full bloom a couple of weeks ago, complete with the classic scent so familiar from those old drug-store bottles. Yet today they’re covered with snow because we’re having a Russian “spring” here in climate zone 6. For over a week now temperatures have been below normal–and we’re promised that this will last at least another week. Indeed, temperatures are way below the normal for this time of year–and of course the self-appointed prophets of doom are gloating while they trumpet that global warming is a myth.
We’re glad to report that Yvonne will never see 81 again. We had a quiet lunch out to celebrate.
Gavin’s health seems to be improving though progress is terribly slow. We’re sure that all those people who have sent energy have really helped the healing process. Let’s recall that his surgeons thought he’d never walk again.
We had a good presenter at the Unitarian-Universalist fellowship last Sunday. He’s a Russian exchange student and smarter than two or three whips. Whew. He’s kind enough to say he likes it here but will be happy to get back to Russia where people don’t wear meaningless smiles all the time.
That’s all we know right now. Blessed be Y’all