Listening to NPR on the way to work this morning, I learned that it is the 50th anniversary of Robert Frost’s death today. I thought of my Grandma; she loved poetry. My favorite Robert Frost poem is movie-related.
Today is unseasonably warm…50 degrees on the way in to work this morning and it’s supposed to be 60.
Also, Grandpa’s Christmas cactus is blooming…I think for the first time since I’ve had it. One bloom and another bud.