The sobering words of Houston TV meteorologist.

“Feels like twenty-eight degrees”  additional details about “Winter is back.” (Her words, not mine.) “Forty degrees drop in temperature in twenty-four hours.”

Dark and gloomy morning but pleasant as “the old lady”  worked in the yard. Storm on the horizon and temperature will be much cooler tomorrow. Inch-by-inch, “a few at a time,”  I’m getting ready for the yard sale. Plants have been pruned and (hopefully) luscious new growth at time of sale. Breaks my heart to part with my flowering plants but impossible to move all my lawn and garden to another location.

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In contrast, two weeks ago, freezing temperatures. Today, inside my trailer home, too warm. Eighty degrees, outdoors, anticipated for four PM. Yard work during morning hours (while doing laundry). All those planter covers folded and moved to storage.

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Twenty-twenty hindsight: I should have used the blower sooner. “The old lady”  was weary of raking leaves so she pressed the neglected WORX into service. Dirty job: Shower (for old lady), an absolute necessity.

…went to the cupboard” –and the refrigerator, and the freezer!!

Time to go grocery shopping!!

Walmart is the only store in our small town where certain items are available. While there, I buy groceries, too.

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Family history and Ancestry.com will have to wait. I’m on a new path. As many readers know, I have practiced health and nutrition half my lifetime. I just learned a cell tower is planned for my (almost) back yard. No way Jose!! So, I’m “researching” microwave emissions, etc., etc., One of the articles I read is titled Is Cell Tower Radiation Dangerous. I’m living in a community of “senior citizens.” Yes, younger RVer’s come and go but permanent residents are my age, and older. As we age, health problems rear their ugly head. We don’t need to complicate our health problems with another “trigger.”

Expect to hear a lot more from me on this topic!

The squirrel is large enough to capture with telephoto lens. Ants, on the other hand, are too small… but they got my undivided attention. Out of nowhere, dozens of fire ants on my hands and arms. Welts, pus, itch….

All afternoon in the yard; raked leaves, burned limbs, twigs, and leaves. A gray, gloomy day (no sunshine) but pleasant to work outdoors. I hope, and pray, no more freezing temperatures because I removed covers from planters, and folded. Extremely tired and hoping for a good night’s sleep!

Punxsutawney Phil gets his annual moment in the spotlight.

Of no particular interest to the reader, yours truly drove through that little Pennsylvania town. One of those times when I was traveling…, enjoying family reunions, and “doing” research.

Ten degrees in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania (according to Houston, Texas, TV meteorologist). Fifty-five degrees in Livingston, Texas (according to Lorraine’s reliable thermometer).