Two years ago today, this was the scene
Today, milder, damp, fine for getting out, Tuesday knitting group, visit from Handsome Son, return of Northern Exposure to the library where there are holds, to my surprise.
And here is a poem that isn't in my Book of Pomes but should be, because it's one of the most profound there is.
I won't lay my interpretation on you, but would rather listen to what you might fancy saying about it.
Happy day, your words, and numbers, are valued here! Looking forward to Handsome Son's words when he visits to eat chocolate cake this afternoon, and before that the convo with my Tuesday knitting group.
