Winter is having the last laugh, sprinkling down a foot of snow as spring begins. The world outside my "think spring" sign is white and sparkling. And cold.
I am anxious to do spring yard chores, but clearly, it will be a while.
Ever wonder where the term "cooped up" came from? I can't tell you how unhappy the birds are with the snow. They just loathe it.
The goats ate a big breakfast, took a long drink of warm water, then settled in. There is nothing else for them to do. They radiate boredom.
The picnic table is patient. It has to be. It will be a while before we can enjoy its charms.
Winter is having the last laugh, sprinkling down a foot of snow as spring begins. The world outside my "think spring" sign is white and sparkling. And cold.
I am anxious to do spring yard chores, but clearly, it will be a while.
Ever wonder where the term "cooped up" came from? I can't tell you how unhappy the birds are with the snow. They just loathe it.
The goats ate a big breakfast, took a long drink of warm water, then settled in. There is nothing else for them to do. They radiate boredom.
The picnic table is patient. It has to be. It will be a while before we can enjoy its charms.
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