Sprigs of yellow sunshine, known as forsythia, are announcing to one and all that spring is here. I tend to believe them, at least for now. True to the old saying, March did come in like a lion and it’s going out as meek and mild as a lamb. Of course, a niggling thought slips in, the disturbing memory of snow on May 4 last year. But, if cold weather does return, at least we know that it won’t last long. Don’t we?
In Moonlight Can Be Murder, Nettie is experiencing a cold Oklahoma winter. Not to worry, though, because the Victorian house is warm with two fireplaces and a furnace in the basement. The carriage house, though, is a different matter. It is falling to staves. Surely, its dilapidated state is no reason for her friend Pat to react in horror and refuse to enter that tumble-down building. That’s only the least of Nettie’s problems. She has a couple of others that are demanding solutions.
This morning, the sing of tires on asphalt over on I-540 announces to one and all that others are up and stirring at this early hour. That’s a good sound, those busy cars. It means that people have jobs and life is going on as usual. There’s something to be said for a placid, uneventful day.
“May brooks and trees and singing hills join in the chorus too, And every gentle wind that blows send happiness to you.” –Irish Blessing
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