The white stuff is coming down pretty hard at the moment, though the flakes are tiny and it looks as though we’ve got less than an inch. Hope those won’t turn out to be Famous Last Words.
Today is my sister Pam’s birthday–happy birthday, Sis. She and husband Jon recently moved to Seattle from California–sure hope that snow doesn’t come as too much of a shock. I’m a little envious, to be frank–I’d love to be able to buy fresh fish and farm flowers at the incomparable Pike Place Market, eat at the New Orleans Cafe in Pioneer Square, and shop at Westlake Mall.
Sure, I could probably manage a condo in the Emerald City, but where would I keep my horses?
Snow or no snow, I’ll be writing today. Under my special sunshine lamp.
In the meantime, let’s talk about Valentines. (I know, it’s a little early, but hey. It’ll be fun!) What was your most memorable Valentine, either given or received? Mine was presented to me by a high school flame–it was six feet tall. (The Valentine, not the flame.)