WEDNESDAY MUSINGS

Skippy the squirrel...the first face to greet me this morning. Technically my husband's face is the first face I see in the morning, however, with his 5:30 AM departure, my eyes are still closed and my brain in slumber land. So if it's Wednesday that means it's Weight Watcher weigh in... I have come to the conclusion, in my case, slow but sure wins the race, to date 7.1 pounds lost. I have finally accepted the fact that I am the tortoise not the hare...I don't like it but I have accepted it...

If you listen carefully you just might hear the sound of sap hitting the old metal bucket...here in New England it is "sugaring" season. Sugar Maple trees are being tapped, warm days and cold nights are the perfect conditions for a productive sugaring season. There is nothing that says SPRING like the taste of warm Maine maple syrup drizzled over french vanilla ice cream...yummyAfter Weight Watchers I strapped on my snow shoes and hit the snow covered trails. Over fields and through the woods...not a squirrel to be seen or a bird to be heard...Don Juan keeps guard over his ladies...and tonight...by the light of the moon...Winslow Homer and I took a stroll honestly... I swear I could hear the song of peepers under all that snow...Soon, very soon...