14
Mar
2017

Late Winter Musings

As I write, I watch heavy snowflakes cover brick sidewalks and coat tree limbs.  It’s almost spring, but Boston is a sleepy winter wonderland—her denizens indoors and her streets muted by a blanket of snow.  Except for the occasional bundled passerby (last-minute groceries or a pup in need of exercise, I imagine), my little neighborhood is quiet.  It’s cold and wet and snowing in mid-March.  And I love it.







2 Responses

  1. Patty Doane

    I was thinking of you yesterday, wondering if you were home watching the snow with Rosie. What a beautiful picture of your neighborhood.

    Give Rosie a big hug from me.

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