springtime is lovetime

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

Boy do we need some springtime, e.e. cummings.

We’ve spent this winter bundled and cold and we’ve spent a lot of time shoveling. Well, Hugh spent a lot of time shoveling. After each snow storm I went outside and helped shovel until the neighbor kids came out to play. Then I had better things to do like help the littles up and down our dirt pile sledding hill and attack Hugh with snowballs.







Although sometimes I just admired the snow from the back porch instead of venturing out in it.




Since today is the first day of Spring, I can finally begin to picture life in that backyard with some veggies growing in the corner and a couple of butts with a couple of beers in those adirondack chairs.

Once we rebuild and refinish them, that is.

Snowquestered in the Most Magical Place on Earth

I was supposed to fly home from Orlando yesterday, but due to an apparently huge snowstorm headed toward DC my flight was cancelled Tuesday afternoon.

As a result, I spent an extra sunny day in Florida and I’m flying out this afternoon. Also as a result, I’m on a conference call in a hotel room overlooking this:


Things could be worse.