Imbolc Valentine Moon
The snow remains. 16 as I woke up this morning. There will be no early spring this year. And I’m grateful for that. I’m not ready to get out and do serious gardening. Not yet. I’ve got books to write. Latin to translate. Rooms to clear before I sleep.
A bit of pruning, yeh. That’s the right stuff for this season.
Went with Kate to her annual physical so we could then go on to Chanhassen and have lunch with Anne, her sister. She turns 64 this year.
A long day. Chanhassen lies almost 45 minutes to the south though it’s well within the metro area. We often drive distances within the metro that would have required real planning when I was a kid. A difference in perception and habits.
