When winter returns unexpectedly, garden tragedy strikes. Or, as my dad called it, “Mother Nature’s reminder to focus on your book.” 😂 Weeping just a little for the death of my big hoops on the perennial beds, and then back to final edits on Wallet Activism. (Yes, we do know about weather forecasts. Living in the mountains generally, living in the Sierra specifically, and living in Tahoe in particular, are all exercises in seeing lots and lots of forecasts for snow that never materialize.)
