I had to stop into the local drug/everything store the other day. I was on my way home from the barn, and needed to pick up a thing or two. I was wearing my hot pink toque, my orange scarf, my army green winter barn coat, black jeans and tall winter boots. Not only did my hot pink toque and orange scarf clash like the dickens, (I can hear my mother now), my coat was decorated with horse hair, jeans covered in mud and hay, and boots covered in manure. I realize I may have looked like a person who is housing challenged. Is that the politically correct term these days? Someone who may or may not have a roof over their heads, or had a shower that day if at all. To say I turned a few heads is an understatement. I realized I did not look like the usual customer in that very nice drug/everything store, where the first department one entered upon was the cosmetic and fragrance counter. I looked like I needed both. I pretended I was nonplussed, and proceeded to go up an...
Did anyone else feel that? A subtle, yet seismic shift? March 1st, the Meteorological First Day of Spring, brought with it a palpable feeling. As if Mother Nature got the memo. The temperatures started climbing. The snow started melting. The snow, which had begun to fall in November and seemingly hadn't stopped since, was finally seceding. We were thankful we hired a snow removal service this winter; we lost count of how many times he came after he cleared our driveway 40 times. There was a moment when the city thought it might run out of salt. There are still mounds of rock solid ice and dirt left at the roadsides. But now, there is hope. The sun was even caught shining the other day. Dog walkers are daring not to wear their parkas. The sidewalks look surprisingly safe for pedestrians, no slippery patches of black ice in sight. Yesterday, I saw not one, but TWO motorcycles! AND an assortment of shorts, tank tops, and running shoes. I...