It Snowed. A bit. It's March after all.
I'm in a mood and it will pass has already lifted...
The shelves at the market are bare. But as always I am grateful to have enough. Enough rice, beans, noodles, frozen broth and veggie scraps to last forever. Which may not be that long, depending how things go. The virus is right next door.
I like to imagine March Strays looking out for each other in the face of uncertainty. Some sort of sympathetic evolution. Profit and Petty Stuff set aside.
Expect some changes to this site as I clean up for the next season. TypePad is not cooperating right now. So little by little. If you cannot find something in it's regular place just give me a holler.
