Happy Rum Cake Day
I bet I’m the only one who celebrated this day. My son flies in from Alabama tomorrow, so I decided, we must have cake.
I bet I’m the only one who celebrated this day. My son flies in from Alabama tomorrow, so I decided, we must have cake.
March was a wet, long month. Not long in a bad way – just not lots of sun. Thirty-one days and most of those held precipitation of some form.
If it wasn’t for the weather, what would we have to talk about, complain about, BLOG about?
Sure it’s only one week into Spring. Way too early to expect wildflowers or bushes blooming in northern Idaho.
We’ve lived in northern Idaho now for 2 of the 4 seasons. Springtime has just begun.
Looking out the window this morning it felt like we were living in our very own snow globe.
Yesterday was the first day of Spring, sayeth the calendar. I don’t think I’ve lived anywhere that obeyed the ‘seasons calendar’.
Last week we saw a guy on a street corner in town with a sign that read, “Even a smile will help”.
Well, ‘we’ = me (until my son visits next month). Today is Sunday, no mail delivery.
Just as video killed the radio star, email zapped the hand written letter. I’m guilty of jumping the paper correspondence ship.