The subtropics are cold-mist grey this morning -- English precipitation, the kind of not quite rain that for me all but conjures an umbrella out of a stand and opens the front door to saunter and possibility.

The Dog of the House, who isn't always a fan of rain rain, just this once shared my willingness to be out in the cold and grey. In fact, as ( Read more... )

The subtropics, like half of these United States, are cold right now. Freakishly cold. Freakin' coldYesterday afternoon I was driving down a residential street, as you do, and passed a woman sitting in the bright clear-cold sunshine. She had wrapped herself in layer upon layer of clothing, added a thick wool blanket on her lap, and pulled a toque ( Read more... )