It’s been 60 years since my dad told me that here in Buffalo, New York, we always get at least one big snow after Saint Patrick’s Day before we head into spring. Today is March 27th, 2022. He hasn’t been proved wrong yet. That’s why when the warm spring-like days follow March 17th, and people say the snow is finally gone, I think of my dad and just smile. Continue reading It Never Gets Old
Beyond the snow piles. Beyond the branches of the trees. At the end of the street. Spring is waiting inside a ball of fire. Continue reading Hello Spring. Awaiting Your Return.