Great pictures! We’ve been looking into a dead rat quiche, but as it turns out, it has gluten in it and you know the April is intolerant to that (the gluten, not the rat).

I added your blog to my short list of ‘Great Blogs’. April hooked me up with a blog to keep all of my poems in one, accessible place.

Hope you are great! We hope to be in your area sooner than later, semi-permanently.

Hope the plants survived.

Smokey never brought his catch up to the house after the first time, when he was only several months old. I scolded him and then picked both him and the dead mouse up, took them out and put them down, crooning “good kitty” to him as he ate his kill.

I spent part of my childhood in the Bronx and remember making snow forts and igloos during the winter. We’d wear ourselves out and come in to my Mom’s hot chocolate After dinner, my dad would make us snow cream for dessert.

It’s good for me to take a moment and recall the joys of winter, now that I’m older, colder and spent eight years in the tropics. I don’t like winter much at all anymore, but at least I can still remember what it felt like to enjoy playing in and eating the snow.

80 is so awesome!