Tomorrow I’ll venture out and brave another forecasted deep freeze of a day. If we didn’t some groceries, I probably would stay home again. I also have been invited to the annual dinner of Regina’s Early Learning Centre tomorrow evening. I am really looking forward to it. Several friends of mine work there.
While taking this picture of my back garden this morning, I thought of the words below, of Andrew Wyeth, an American painter:
the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it,
the whole story doesn’t show.