Tuesday. Nothing really special about that day as weekdays go. I’ve survived the re-entry of Monday and it’s way too early to start thinking about the weekend. Or is it ? It’s my Dad’s birthday today. 82 years young and feisty as ever. If you…
It is definitely winter in Washington. I see it in the branches of the fig trees. Plump green figs of late summer now reduced to shriveled orbs. Some of the leaves blackened by an early freeze still litter the grounds where I do my…
