Back to the weather.
The winter storm promised by the weather lady is yet to arrive. My greatest fear is the cold air following the storm will annihilate the lovely pink blossoms adorning my apple trees. Aesthetics aside, I love fresh apples and homemade hard apple cider.
So much is going on and almost all of it out of my control. So I decided to stop by and visit SP. Read a few posts, leave a few words behind. Greet some of my dear friends starting with, Kellie. Thanks, Kellie, and I'm so glad you're you!
We're all bound together by something profound and generally misunderstood. We will weather the storm together. If you're in the neighborhood come October, stop by for a sip of cider. Or a can of beer. Depending on how many apple blossoms still cling to the branches come Friday.