An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.
Spring is not far behind, just six short days, what a lovely thought...…
Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Enjoying a new candle as of late, intoxicatingly delicious, especially on these early March days, when the sun shines hot and the winds blow cold....
The calendar says Winter, and yet daffodils are in bloom.
After days of being cocooned in a blanket of white, temperatures have slowly warmed and sunshine has once again become our welcomed companion.
My plans were to clean-up around the garden today, but melting snow has the earth completely soaked, not the best kind of conditions if you are unsteady underfoot.
The tiny birds have reappeared, happily foraging amongst the bushes and shrubs, no longer a prisoner in their little nests made of sticks.
An entire week without venturing farther than the front porch, my to-do list is as long as my arm.
Cocooned in a blanket of ice and snow, our days are not much different from the isolating COVID days.
Days seem to run into weeks and weeks into months.
Many businesses are shuttered closed, employees unable to navigate the treacherous roads, especially the more rural ones that are left untreated.
I'm extremely grateful for a refrigerator and pantry full of food, and a house that is warm and cozy.
Others are not so lucky.