Friday, March 13, 2009

Before the deluge

Yanked back and forth, up and down by the fickle fingers of late winter; we get sun and warmth, sort of, on a trip to the salon for our nonegenarian. What crocuses that weren't frozen to a pulp last week blared their little trumpet faces to the sky. It's warm enough to eat Dungeness crab for dinner and not chicken soup.

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