I am not surprised. Poets seem to be fond of bones. Perhaps that is because you know what to do with them.

Aaron is a wise man. I wish you both fluffy snow and sunshine poured over it.

Hooray! Scottish lessons! The Cowboy’s normal state during March is absolutely drookit. I am sure we will be using this excellent term often as Mud Season progresses. Not yet, of course. Just now we are dormant.

The problem lies in knowing what constitutes “a good fall of snow,” doesn’t it. I’ve noticed that Mama Nature and I are not always in accord on these matters. I’m pretty sure, though, that we haven’t had “enough” this winter. Not yet. Oh dear, I should be careful what I wish for.

And then Good King Wenceslas will go about bestowing excellent treats upon poor woodcutters. That has always been one of my favorite carols, even though–and maybe especially because–it is derided by academics. A safe and tucked-in snowfall to all.

As it happens, the sunny marshmallow snowpile was there on Sunday, but is gone today. We have had quite a warming trend this afternoon. After starting out as a November sort of winter, this is threatening to become a March sort of January. Either Mama Nature is in an experimental sort of mood or she’s taken on an apprentice who hasn’t figure out the fine points yet.

When I get to be Empress of the World you shall have it.

Oh well, waste not want not.

I do not at all miss waiting for things to download, no indeed. But I seem to do a good deal of musing anyway. I believe I am a muser by nature.

I think you are the kind of gardener who thinks about the land the same way that Aaron Coleman thinks about it, which is a great compliment indeed. Most of us disregard the earth beneath our feet.

And just now, tucked in beside my feet under the desk, two pairs of eyes are sending me Messages: Yeah, and she remembered about all the fun dogs can have in snow, too.

Ah, but the year is young, and Mama Nature is a crafty old bat.

You’re beginning to sound like Jack Bodis. Like him, you have a point. Vegetables, eh? That would involve revealing my kitchen. Maybe I can find some nice colorful pictures someplace else. Back later.

My feelings about snow, and about winter in general, are as complicated and unstable as a blizzard out of the northeast. Still . . . there’s something about it.

If memory serves, Scotland had waaay more than its share of snow and ice a couple years ago. Maybe a nice long spring is due? I have to say, though, that Mr. Tootlepedal’s snowdrops and daffodils are beginning to make me a wee bit envious.

You’ve hit the nail on the proverbial head. Pretty much any weather is dandy when we’re looking at it from a comfy spot, with excellent treats at hand.