Supposedly there’s snow lurking in the area. I haven’t seen it. Regardless, it’s cold and drizzly. My heat had been off for a week – but when I got home tonight, the house was a pitiful 54 degrees! Collette whined until I turned the heat on and made a beeline for her favorite floor vent in the dining room.
I felt guilty for not playing storm window-screen swap over the weekend, since May begins in just a couple days, but now it seems perfectly prudent.
I just hope the frost doesn’t kill my growing herd of tulips.