longing for another kind of shovel
IWAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS HERE WHEN THIS SHOWED UP. And it continues to show up. After several “cried-wolf” storms this year (all of which settled on New York City south to the mid-Atlantic, not us) finally here comes The Whopper (definitely not flame-broiled, and no mayo, ketchup, onion, lettuce, tomato or pickle included that I can see). Truth be told, I wasn’t minding my own business, exactly, but actually our business: revamping A Way to Garden for its third “facelift” (cheaper and easier than getting one myself) in time for a March release. If you wonder why I am quiet this week, that’s why: I’m hectic here, rebuilding. And it’s also quiet because the snow now muffles me in a thick duvet of white.