Monday, January 30, 2017
Olga and I were back at Hampstead Heath Extension yesterday. The weather didn't entirely cooperate -- it was gray and drizzly -- but Olga didn't mind. As I've learned, if you wait for perfect weather in England before going outside, you'll never go anywhere.
And though our garden is pretty dormant at the moment, elsewhere there are signs of life. These snowdrops were growing by the path on the West Heath. I photographed this same clump last year.
Dave and I made plans for a little trip with the dog next month. We're going to spend a few nights in Broadstairs, which is on the sea near the mouth of the Thames. We may be the only ones there -- I'm not sure anyone goes to Broadstairs in February -- but we thought it would be fun to visit a chilly, blustery beach. Olga has never seen the ocean, as far as we know!
I also Skyped with my mom and cleaned up around the house.
I'd like to say something about Trump's latest craziness, the capriciousness with which he toys with people's lives and hopes, the trauma he's inflicting on international relationships. I just can't bring myself to talk about it. I feel emotionally paralyzed. All I can say is, this is not the United States I recognize.