It's back to cold out there, and a hoar-frosty morning, when the spring dew makes all the trees and surfaces white. I wake to the sound--it takes a moment or two of consciousness to recognize it--of someone out on the street scraping frost off their windshield. Days like this, how I wish I had a nice deep garden tub one of those wide oval bathtubs for a long hot soak! Yesterday I was looking, trying to tempt myself with pretty spring flowers, but there are still hard freezes in the overnight... Sign in to see full entry.