Our flirtation with spring ended.
It was a brief, delightful affair. She was warm and gentle.
Grouchy winter has returned, spitting huge, wet blobs of snow down from his cold grey maw.
The cats aren't pleased, going to the door, going out, and coming back in. Confused, they look for the warm sunshine outside. When it's not out there, they look inside. Then they go back outside.
I've done the same.
The wife adjusted more ably than us. She bundled up, gave the sky a glower, had a piece of chocolate and settled back in to read.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com