OK, so not fresh from the garden but you get the idea … If you had been wondering about the impact of the winter conditions we have faced, then worry no more as the thermometer has come to life. Once again, we see a gradual but steady rise in daytime temperatures, so much so that shortly it will be a return to driving top-down in our convertible. It has rained but not that much and earlier when it did rain, it turned to snow but hopefully, there isn’t a whole lot more expected. For Coloradans, we are always just a little skeptical when weather warms this early as we know that March through April it always has something in reserve that has as yet not been revealed. I only make this observation as come March, when the heavy lifting associated with our home moves takes place, we will have our fingers firmly crossed even as our most recent prayers are for something a little less extreme than we have witnessed during previous transitions to spring. Can’t wait to see he flowers in bloom so
But I would not give you false hope (no) On this strange and mournful day Looking out across our home’s deck as the temperatures plummeted, the dreariness of the scene hit me rather hard. As the thermometer continued to drop into the minus teens Fahrenheit, memories of walking along the beach at Manly or taking in the view from our cruising yacht seem to be fading quickly. And yet, as Paul Simon wrote so long ago, on this strange and mournful day , I would not give you false hope as it wasn’t just the drop in temperature or the bleakness of the scenery that led to our melancholy but rather, the very clear ending of one of life’s chapters. Doors may close, they say, but windows will open. Or is it the other way around, I can never seem to get this right. But the combination of birthdays, anniversaries and an upcoming change in scenery has hit us hard and a reminder, as you might guess, that you cannot wait-out time. And have we had many memorable times particularly those that left us