Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Spring, you tease

Where are you, Spring? Why must you tease me with 60 degree days then go back to this ridiculous snow/drizzle/fog/blah mix? I have officially lost all my faith in Punxsutawney Phil. He didn't see his shadow; that means no more winter. Why do you lie to me, Punxsutawney Phil?

In the meantime, I'm dreaming of vegetables gardens, wooden swing sets, cutting back the overgrown hedges in the front of the house, the smell of fresh cut grass and barbecuing. Maybe someday.

1 comment:

  1. I think I read somewhere that Phil's record is worse than chance. I, too, long for Spring!

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