Several people have sent kind emails lately, asking why I’ve been blogging so little—the short answer is that I have several small projects that require big attention, always a problem for those of us easily distracted by shiny objects.
And then, there’s the weather. A week into Spring, this is the scene from the top of our little mountain today at about noon-thirty. The blizzard moved out quickly—and by 6:30, all was clear. And cold. And windy.
A friend, a man of great scientific and technological abilities (and the common sense to be in Florida for the winter), has a weather station from which Wunderground.com picks up our local forecast (it doesn’t get much better than being predicted from 1.5 miles away). The reports for months have been uniformly dreary. I emailed said friend, asking him if he couldn’t adjust the equipment to predict higher temperatures and sunnier skies. I knew it wasn’t possible (as you can see below), but desperate times call for desperate measures. He did re-assure me that he understood the temperature would be warmer in June.
That big white patch isn’t a snowy meadow. It’s the frozen inner Harbor. Did I mention that we are a week into Spring? That in just seven weeks, Lilacs should be opening?
I’ve recently received a couple of interesting design books to review. Maybe, if I can stir myself out of this torpor….but first, I have to remove this latest snow from the walks and steps.