Because I opted out of recycling last week on what was a lovely day, I have to do it today, on what is a decidedly un-lovely day. It’s going to be rainy and snowy and all of that stuff. It went down to the twenties last night.
Sometimes it seems as if spring will never come.
If you were here and looked at the landscape, you’d think so, too.
Although, little things like these lilac buds assure me it will come.
I finished my book and am starting on another by the late Wilfred Sheed, The House that George Built, which is all about George Gershwin and fellow songwriters of the Great American Songbook. That’s my favorite era in popular music and when I saw it in a used bookstore (originally published in 2007) I grabbed it, as I faintly remembered glowing reviews when it was published. I’ve just started, but I’m enjoying it so far. Sheed is a charming writer.
This, by the way, is where I overwinter my geranium. We’re short on space here and it seems to do well in this little space between the sofa and the window. Don stuck that wooden frog in there a couple of years ago. At the time, the plant had a lot of leaves and flowers, so I didn’t get the clearest view of it and I thought it was real. I was sure it was real!
Okay. I have to go. It’s begun snowing. Yep. It won’t stick, really, but nonetheless…
Happy Friday.
