We had a gorgeous day of desk-basking on Saturday, followed by a Sunday of driving rain. It's not even the first day of Spring yet, when the weather typically begins to become truly horrible, so I don't know why I'm surprised, but I'm ready for this particular Winter to be over, and for the bluebirds and the butterflies and the rainbows and the unicorns to make their fluttery, ethereal appearance.
They're not here yet.
So in the meantime. I give you Stylized Scenes of Winter, Mistah-style.
In the interest of full disclosure, these photos are from last winter. Way back in early 2018. When we still had our innocence.
I could impart my usual blahdey-blah, but I think these nuggests speak for themselves . . .
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz