I’m attempting to arrange my dying ranunculus from Valentine’s Day and found fox skull under my giant bell cloche jar. I’m just crossing my fingers that once they dry, it turns out like I imagined. If not, only a good reason to buy more ranunculus while they’re in season, right? All of this is just a distraction from preparing for Clementine’s first birthday party. And by “preparing” I mean fretting over the possibility of even more impending snowfall, and routinely attempting to clear our walkways. If we had an actual yard, worthy of being referred to as a yard, I’d be defying Mother Nature’s wrath by throwing the most incredible sledding party ever for Clementine.