Around here, March came in like— well, pretty much like February, all grisly and drizzly. I could hear it raining hard in the night (by which I mean, of course, early this morning when normal people were getting up and around for the day; I chose to stay in bed). It seemed like a real storm by mid afternoon, with the tree limbs and grasses blowing madly about and the birdbath overflowing.
Iím so grateful I didnít have to leave the house on a day like this. If it were up to me, the rest of the world would go on about their business, and I would spend every rainy day looking out at the tree limbs and grasses, without having to open the front door at all.
And that pretty much sums up how I spent this Sunday, although I canít say that I did absolutely nothing, as planned. I tried out a new halibut recipe in the slow cooker, one that required me to chop onions and mince garlic. I did a load of laundry. And I left the fax on too late in the day, so that more work could come my way. I could have left it for Monday, but I didnít. Who knows what other trials Monday might bring? Itís good to have one task crossed off the to-do list before it even starts.