My least favorite weather is wind.

What I am about to say is unpopular but that has never stopped me in the past.

Spring is so unpredictable. On Sunday morning I fishtailed on the road in the sleet and snow.

On Sunday night or rather very early Monday morning, I woke to loud snow plows.

In my opinion, spring has sprung.

I made a futile attempt for the six o’clock boat out of Woods Hole on Tuesday morning. The full moon was hovering over the golf course on the Woods Hole Road. It made the snow an eerie apricot color.