winter

You’ll notice a distinct lack of a certain color and substance on the ground in the backyard. Yeah. I’m sitting at my desk with the windows and doors flung open. It’s 63 degrees outside. IN FEBRUARY. If I took great pleasure in chewing sticks I’d add a bullet point to the list of things that bring me joy: lying on my belly in the grass and chewing on a stick in warm weather.

I was up all night with Marlo and even though every part of me wants to be grumpy I simply cannot. And I won’t because I know so many of you are getting walloped again with frigid weather. I’ll share my sunshine with you.