Weather Patterns

Spoke with Nana on the phone today. She got an earful when she asked about the weather. My daughter responded, "Nana, it's been wind, snow, sun, rain. Wind, snow, sun, rain. Wind, snow, sun, rain. Wind, snow, sun, rain. Wind, snow, sun, rain." Indeed, it has.

Stuck inside another afternoon with a restless child and wet dogs, we baked. Fortunately the smell of freshly baked cookies temporarily overpowers the smell of eau de chien détrempé.