It's tough not to get too preoccupied with the weather. Last year at this time we had a burst of heat that killed the apple crop, but gave the rest of us a wonderful March -- of sunshine and of warm, jacket-less days, enchanting days of hope.
This year it's quite the opposite. We can't seem to dig out from that freezing level. It rained, sure, it did that for a while. But the ground is frozen solid and the rain stays in puddles and ponds, flooding creeks, refusing to sink into an inhospitable dirt.
It was a hurried day. My work plate was full.
Still, every day has color. Let me take you straight to our supper of left over tomato soup. Very red. With Hook's cheddar shredded on top. And the inevitable, wonderful, eclectic salad.
But for real color, there's the guy who would not let me test a camera photo card without making faces, dodging my aim, blocking with a hand, a finger -- but I got him! My crazy inventor, adding spice and color to the day.