Ten inches of snow are on the ground as I write this, the day after Christmas, and I have a giant mound of tackle in the spare bedroom I’ve been sorting through getting ready for better times ahead.
I have refused to dress in winter gear, still preferring shorts and T-shirts. The wind just blew a pile of snow off the pine tree in the backyard, and it went sideways over to my neighbor’s yard where I usually throw my pine cones (Don’t tell him!).Click here to read more on February: frozen or fantastic?
