This is what March 1 looked like. Picturesque, but damn annoying.
Today is uglier. We have the piles of really old, really dirty snow. We have the garbage emerging from underneath said snow. We have mud and thunderstorms. We have brown, crushed, nasty-looking grass and plants.
But this afternoon, Jo saw a rose clinging to one of the bushes that line our front walk. She was thrilled. “Look! A rose is blooming already!” I hated to break it to her: That was an old, dried flower from last summer. Still, she saw the bright side. “It survived!”
I guess we all did.
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Hmmm. That’s what April 1st is looking like here. Grrrr.
Yeah. We had massive thunderstorms today. In like a lion, out like a lion’s a**.
That is so sweet.
You know, I gotta say that’s the first time someone’s linked to me using the word “garbage”
I’m trying to decide what it means . . .
Heavens, that’s a lot of snow. I don’t think I have any weather tolerance left in me, even though I spent formative years in upstate NY.