Well, the calendar says “Spring,” but the street says “Snow.” Not that I’m complaining, since we need the moisture. Hit not one, but two, hidden patches of ice and went down on my walk, but no injury. (And yes, I was wearing my Wintertraks, but inclines and ice don’t mix, even with better traction.) The sun is out now and things are starting to melt. I’m guessing most of the white stuff will be gone by Wed/Thurs.

With assistance from a good housing market, Jo Ann’s townhouse was sold very quickly (we got a full-price ofer after four days on the market), and closed on the First of March. We’re in tax season now, but once those are behind us, we have only a couple of things to get straight before we close her estate. Death is clearly a complicating factor, but one I have a better sense about now than I did before. One of those costly but useful lessons.

Just before the snow, we had some early irises blooming in the back yard; we’ll see how they are when the snow melts. I’m looking forward to seeing some color in our yard. Time to get ready for our couple of weeks of spring before the A/C unit kicks in.