Morning, Market

photo copyright Suto Norbert/Dreamstime Today was opening day at the local farmers market, and a more blustery day there could not be. Jars of golden honey in bear-pots were available, making me wish I hadn’t bought that large bottle on sale at the grocery store last year. I may buy a jar anyway. That’s what…

I always add the quarter

I always add the quarter when the washing machine requests it. It blinks at me, and in goes the coin, making two and a half loads an even three dollars. I’m not sure what the extra quarter does–an extra rinse? An extra spin? I’ve never found out. Usually I wash on Monday or Tuesday, forgetting…

Winter still around

It ought to be nearly spring, but we had a sprinkle of snow last night. A bit like confectioner’s sugar over everything, or the fake snow you might see in Christmas dioramas. I bought yellow iris and they are unfolding slowly. So ready for spring. I spent Saturday morning weaving willow branches into the plastic…