Tuesday.
Good grief. I slept till the alarm rang. I'll take it. A repeat tonight? We'll see. Eric got his ride to the bus. It was breakfast for me and the crossword and wordle finished and a stab at connections. I'll take what I can get. More pretty dogwood leaves. They remind me of pink apple blossoms. I cut out ten burps ready for sewing. The rest of the morning was slow and easy. Way too cold for a walk in the garden and yes, there was a frost with a few flurries later in the day. One almost needed to imagine we were seeing them but they were here. Another hard maple at the edge of the yard. By the end of the week, I think the trees will be bare. ...