It’s the beginning of March, and my hopes for spring and the delightful sunshine and warmer weather have been soaring for at least 48 hours. And then, this morning, vegging at my laptop, I threw open the curtains triumphantly
to enjoy the view of the barnyard, and what met my wondering eyes?
Big fat white flakes, drifting down in not-so-lazy formation, turning my barnyard white, coating the roof of the barn, and dashing my hopes for a day of (possibly soggy) errands.
Nope, I’m staying right here, cozied up with a cup of tea and my laptop (and that toddler who’s all over the house), until Hubby gets home from work and fills the fire some more.
Susan, I’d send you the snow. It was pretty in December, it was expected in January, and it was tiring in February. But now, on the threshold of spring, it’s nothing short of unwelcome!
Snow, snow, go away…AND BRING ON THE CROCUSES AND DAFFODILS!