Tomorrow is a marker day — Candlemas, Imbolc, Groundhog Day — the point halfway between the Winter solstice and the Spring Equinox. Still plenty of ugly weather to live through, but as my Irish ancestors used to say, “Live, horse, and you’ll get grass.”
Coldest weekend so far here in New England, but there’s a wild bunny buck the size of a well-fed cat ensconced in the huddle of planters next to our front steps.