It is cold with a couple inces of snow on the ground. The daffodils and budding tulips that greeted me last week are completely entrenched in snow...nothing of them to be found. For a day or so the yard was full of daffodils and the purring sound of a mower actually was heard in my neighborhood.
It is a quiet day, although I will be having dinner at my neighbor's house and Aaron and Karen will be arriving later in the day for dinner. It will be good to be the chubby little arms of the boys around my neck again.
Hopefully, back to posting....
Lou Ann Homan-Saylor lives in Angola, Indiana which is nestled in the hills of Northern Indiana. When she is home at the White Picket Gardens you can find her gardening or writing late into the night under the light of her frayed scarlet lamp. She is a storyteller, a teacher, a writer, an actress and a collector of front porch stories