Sandwiched between her sons in college this winter: Connor in Washington, DC.,Ian in Rochester, NY. ; they're fulfilling our Heather's dream following in her footsteps.
Why does a chill run up my backbone when I look out my front window and see my neighbor's roof whiting up even as I pull up the comforter.
Winter has little empathy for summer lovers, they'll be bitching about how hot and dry August is. Weather's like baseball, bats for an average.
Ronald C. Downie