After teasing us with several summery days, snow and hard frost decided to try and pin spring back down. It can’t last. The hyacinth have already pushed through.
I feel like pushing through, too.
My son is becoming a more private person, so I’ve been rethinking this space and what I can write in it. I’m not exactly sure I have it figured out, but I think I’m ready to try.
I miss writing as a daily practice.
And if it doesn’t work out, then… April Fools.
When you do show up, it’s pleasant to read you. Good luck this month. Only 29 posts to go.
Thank you, Ed!