Saturday's cold rain and snow set the stage for a change from the tropicals of my summer porch planter to the humble pansies and violas of the autumn/winter little "garden." And several bulbs beneath for spring surprises!
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.
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