Snow growing

I’m tired of snow. I’m tired about talking about snow. And yet, here we are – talking about it. We’re weeks into spring and Boston is still spotted in a mottled, filthy layer of the stuff. I scan the forecast each day for a glimmer of hope. Sixty degrees please? Fifty-five? Sadly, the most imaginative meteorologists still put hope at least a 10-day forecast away. Despite Nature testing our resolve to love her unconditionally, winter has otherwise been deeply restorative for Dina and me. Dina has mostly finished the book she... Read the Rest →