We've spent the past couple of days with this as the view out our windows:
Gorgeous water, rolling breakers, and sand as far as the eye can see. At night - when sleep has been elusive - I've lain awake listening the the roll and crash of the waves and watched the moon rising over the ocean. A wonderful place to be ... if you happen to like 42 degrees! Yet another one of those things that nice to look at, but not to touch - at least not this weekend.
On Thursday, things had slowed down in the garden with the arrival of that mass of cold air that the rest of the East Coast bloggers have been talking about. That's ok with me because I don't really want Rose Marie's first born to bloom until I get home to watch. Am hoping the colder air and lack of bright sun will cause it to wait until Monday for me.
By then, I hope the harbingers will turn into the real thing!
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