March is certainly being March, at least in my area, where there is great bluster with huffing and puffing and white-outs one minute, benign sunshine the next.
Yes, coaxed forsythia, brought in perhaps 10 days ago, blooms on the kitchen table, brightening however gray the morning and hinting that hopefully King Winter and his minions are retreating.
Bob Barker, longtime host of the television game program, The Price is Right, might be interested to know he has a really, really big fan in Berlin Center by the name of Harry.
This is not the column I intended to write today. This column should be titled, For Women Only. There are so many “to dos” on my list of columns to write, but an abrupt change in my life has put them on hold for another time.
It just doesn’t seem possible that so much water could fall from the sky, day after day after day. But it does.
(Editor’s note: In the Jan. 4 column, Boardman Police Officer Kim Kotheimer was incorrectly referred to as “Jim” in one sentence.
Last Sept. 15, Kade Kotheimer, the son of Boardman Township’s finest, Police Officer Jim Kotheimer, was injured in an accident so horrendous that he was not expected to live and lay in a coma for weeks.
This is the time of year when I like to share with you one of my mother’s columns from when she wrote for Farm and Dairy from the 1950s until her death in 1965.
(Editor’s note: Generally, Janie Jenkins’ column runs every other week and this would be her ‘off week.
How do we know when it is time? For weeks, I’ve ached when Ori winces as he eases himself down on his bed.
It very well could have been a dream. It is one of those rare bluebird days of late October with splintered sunshine and cobalt blue skies and colored leaves dancing in the wind.