Sometimes life just gets away from you.

After two months of helping my daughter and her children resettle in TN, I am smack dab in the middle of developing additional websites (I am the editor component of said sites). More writing, more photography, More meetings, more travel.

Just as things were almost settling down, we lost the family dog, the rescued dog that rescued me and another from a house fire several years go. The death of this pet was an accident that should not have happened -- a cocky driver taking a sharp right turn at high speed on ice on a residential street --a recipe for disaster. So we have become a devastated family.

Ironically, my work keeps my mind off it.

Anyway, we have had the ice, we had the wind (which dropped somebody's roof in my backyard), and now, hopefully we will have spring.

We waited all winter to play in the snow with our dog -- what a bit of cruelty that snow we all loved so much became the element of his death. took the stuffing right out of us. I put away my snowman collection the very next day.

Now I am awaiting spring, for surely there will be something new, good and beautiful waiting there.

Until then, I keep busy. And watch the first robin in the yard, a bright goldfinch at the feeder, a hint of greening in the grass.

Tomorrow still has promise.