Happy Cinqo de Mayo, Peeps!

With our furnace blasting away in the background, and with a carpet of freshly fallen snow on the ground, it DOES feel a little bit like Mexico here right now.

If Mexico was a city in Siberia…

I’m going to presume that snow is a terrific insulator, giving the grass seed that I’ve been nurturing along the past few days a much-needed boost in long term survival chances. I don’t want to think that the cold and snow will kill it dead, like our recently departed gazebo – crushed under wet snow and gale-force winds that seemed to be blowing straight down on the snow.

But, today is a day of celebration, not worry and anguish. So, FIESTA!! Fiesta, my saucy amigos– get out there and shake your mariachis, or whatever it is we’re supposed to be shaking today.

Until the weather improves, I’ll be shaking without much effort…

Chow for now!!