Weather Report: Not Enough for a Snow Man

According to a quick text from Aidan over at his school, and my observation snow flurries turned into the real thing Tuesday afternoon. Out Marge's back patio, it looked like this early yesterday morning...

"Not enough for a snowman," Aidan replied.

The Health Desk reports that Monday's visit to the eye doctor (the second one is now my physician for eye care) showed that the old lens piece left in my eye is definitely diminishing. Two more months of drops and see if all gone. He doesn't want to do the other eye's cataracts until this is resolved. I'm okay with that.

A gray squirrel just ran across the patio with an object as big as his (her?) head and disappeared beyond the shed. And, here she comes back without it. Looking for more? Soon she might find the remainder of last night's popcorn in the yard. The Koi Pond continues its winter functioning mode.

I love watching morning slide over the night's mysterious, soft darkness whether from Marge's patio door, Wendy and John's back screen porch in summer, or their dining room winter windows, on a highway somewhere--watching the light transform this moment on our great planet, whirling through space and time, turning night into day.