The wind was sure galloping about last night, beating rain against the side of the house. It's one thing to get out of bed at 4:20 am when the robin is chirping in June, but I felt for John this morning when he left the dark house and crossed the sloppy bridge down to Boeing Field. So another dismal morning in Seattle, with more rain and wind expected
followed by a chance of snow later in the week as a cold font moves in. Hopefully a pork chop dinner will cheer him up tonight. The simple joy of food (and wine) keeps us going this time of year!
Oh boy. But despite the snow rumors and a few mornings below freezing, this is nothing like last January when we had an epic ice storm. In fact the outside geranium pots haven't frozen yet. This might be one of those rare years when they make it through to spring.
With this bad weather I've only made to the barn twice this month, so I'm missing the horses and gossiping with my riding buddy-- she's been down with the flu since Christmas. Well, sometimes life just looks like this:
Please keep Candi, Roger and Casey in your thoughts for a safe and quick trip back to Missoula.
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