Dawn came clear and cold, and colorful.
From mid-morning on, we heard drip drip drip, and the occasional swoosh of snow falling off the roof. The deck is now snow-and-ice-less, even…although the fields remain totally blanketed.
I’m enjoying being here in a February warm spell.
The title refers to cherry pie worries. Tonight: no pits. It is the final no-pits, as the pie is now fully consumed.