Spring-time, my Romeo

O Spring, Spring! Wherefore art thou Spring-time? Deny thy winter and refuse thy snow. Or, if thou wilt not, be but warmer my love, And I’ll no longer be a hermit. (apologies to Mr. Shakespeare!) These cold, dreary last days...

Sunday Morning Coffee

Sunday morning…the morning sky is like peaches dipped in vanilla frosting. The smoke from fireplaces and furnaces floats like a lazy river over roof tops in my neighborhood. The old wood floor vibrates as the furnace purrs in the cellar, like...