the cruellest season

Yes, it's that time of year when, young or old, a person's fancy turns to springtime and love and the summer house. Sadly, it's still bitter and snowy at the summer house—about 10 degrees colder than on the mainland, which is cold enough. Today the ferries were cancelled for winds gusting to 80. Hopefully they will remove what remains of my roof (second from left in the family compound). I do have a promise to put a new roof on—beginning as soon as the weather is clement. Doomsday, belike!