What a difference a day makes
School was let out at noon here on Wednesday and the place was crawling with kids. Seriously, it was like the entire middle school walked up, en masse, to the coffee shop for lunch. I noticed one big group of kids spending the afternoon on a spread-out blanket on someone's driveway. I heard that people were actually golfing in the land of The Frozen Tundra!
Yep. Here's yesterday afternoon from the back door/deck of the coffee shop:
It's been pretty great not having to worry about snow and ice and shoveling -- as I walked up our back door yesterday, I realized that our shovels haven't even been brought out yet this year -- but the longer it goes, the more worrisome it becomes. I am not a farmer, but farming must be in my DNA (with a maiden name that means "flower," I suppose it could be -- "gardening," at least) because I worry about deep freezes without sufficient snow cover to insulate the soil.
And world peace. I worry about that, too.
P.S. Tune in tomorrow for possibly the cutest thing I've ever knit.
Possibly . Cutest . Thing . Evah !!