It is March 4 as I type these frozen lines. Outside, the grey, white and slippery winter snow is covering everything. Quite a different story through my computer: pinks and yellows and bright whites, spring wreaths, butterflies and flowers. Spring they say.
Well, the snowman I made earlier today has a few words for all of you that have the audacity to claim it is spring:
And, for perspective, Perspective ONE:
and Perspective TWO (just to the left of the snowman):
You should see the burial site of our…mailbox. Right across Perspective two.