Dear Liza,
Snow has been predicted a few times this month, and we always end up with rain instead. Don’t get me wrong, I like our rain. After years in Salinas with just barely enough, our raging downpours make me very happy.
But snow would be special. This morning we saw a few flakes, and I bundled up to go out….by the time I had my pants on, it was over. Sigh.
Still, I am still having fun with Fibonacci syllables. Here’s the latest:
Cold
Wet
Outside
Not for me
I can hibernate
Discover my inner grizzley
Nap with the cat, eat bread with jam
Until spring makes good
Her promise
Of sun,
Warmth,
Light
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 