You know New England weather is nasty when The Boston Globe runs a feature photo section of springtime in other places. Never before have I looked longingly at a scenic view of Pittsburgh and thought, "If only...." My devoted hubby stood longingly outside of Fenway Park last night, hoping against hope that the sleet would subside and he could take his favorite seat in left field and count how many times Manny Ramirez ducks into the Green Monster to use the mens' room. But alas, it was not to be.
Is it spring where you are? If so, don't tell me. I am taking this as a WONDERFUL opportunity to get just a little more use out of my favorite scarf and gloves set. Really, what could be better?