It was so warm last weekend. I did not start a fire in the wood stove.

I stepped into the memory bank but could not find a year in the recent past when we had a white Christmas.

After last week's lovely weather, it was a rude awakening on Monday morning.

I had a large hoop house in which I stored garden-related items: tools, fertilizers, potting soil, stakes and ornamental pots.

I was curious about the phragmites in the center medians on the Massachusetts Turnpike.

I still have nearly a bushel of unplanted bulbs looking at me accusingly.