and tomorrow, cold again, and maybe even snow. I've brought the tender plants in where they can be safe from the blast of another day of winter. Clouds--heavy, dark mammatus clouds--have filled the sky, and rain falls like a veil from some of them, never reaching the ground. Behind them, a wall of grey proceeds from the mountains, and I'm still wondering if that downpour will get all the way to our house. Meanwhile, I got this in the email today: Hello My name is Ellen Hoffman I was born and... Sign in to see full entry.