Here, it’s been spring for a month already. In Maine, it won’t start being spring for another month yet…

Paul and I went to visit my grandparents for a couple of days at the end of March and beginning of April, and wouldn’t you know it – we had an April Fool’s Day blizzard! Almost didn’t make it back….

But it was fantastic to be able to show Paul the house in all its winter splendor. The huge fireplace, crackling with old oak pieces all day long and into the night. The candles in the windows. Two-hundred-year-old creaks in the floors. The long sweep of white outside and the black silhouettes of the pine trees. Neighbors had tapped the maple trees for syrup.