March is in!

Stella here.
Well, it may be March but I don't think we're gonna see th' ground f'r some time yet.
Moose Cove's 'bout hip deep in ice an' snow these days an' a mite o' sun now an' then don't seem t' make a whole lotta diff'rence.
Harvey's gone through at least five pairs o' mittens, what with shovelin' an' luggin' in wood f'r th' stove an' goin' down t' th' wharf t' check in with th' fellas - I expect I'd better crank out a couple more pair t' last him till th' thaw.

We been stickin' pretty close t' home of late (what else is new) an' me an' Molly ain't been off on a toot t' drive nowheres since I can't remember when. Our Wed. just seem t' go by an' we don't seem t' get ourselves motivated t' get out like we do when the weather's nice an' warm.

We had us that big storm last Friday an' it just seemed like we was gonna be buried an' not get ourselves dug out till June. Lots o' stuff got cancelled, includin' th' pot luck supper over t' th' Unitarian church. We was lookin' forward t' goin', too. I'd made a dried apple pie an' thrown in a handful o' cranberries an' raisins t' take along. But instead we been eatin' pie f'r breakfast... not that that's a hardshp, mind y'.

Harvey says his Ma usta make pie f'r breakfast reg'lar f'r him an' his brother, Raymond when they was still both livin' t' home, an' any time he gets pie in th' mornin' it puts him in mind o' her.
I wonder what she'd think o' her boy now, seein's how he's older'n she was when she passed. It's my opinion me an' Harvey's made a fine life an' I'll bet she'd be some tickled t' know he's still livin' in th' house here on th' Pier Road.

I just wish Raymond was still around, even if he was still livin' in California an' didn't get back t' visit very often. We got a nice card from Bill, Raymond's other half, at Christmas, so we still do feel kinda connected even though Raymond's been gone f'r some time now. Bill sent another picture o' their bungalow out there, an' I gotta admit it looks mighty pretty what with all them flowers an' greenery 'round about. Makes me feel wistful f'r Summer. Bill's like fam'ly even though we never got t' meet him in person an' I always enjoy hearin' from him.

Well, I s'pose I oughta get myself t'gether an' do some cleanin'. If I don't start gettin' "out" more this house is gonna be s' clean we won't recognize it! Better t' be cleanin', though, than t' be laid low by cabin fever. Busy's better'n bonkers.
Can't wait till th' roads're clear again!
Love,
Stella