Friday, March 25, 2022

Spring Routine

Snow falls on spring flowers. A bird dressed in a warm coat looks at his shivering friends. Bird: Guys, this happens every year. Stop acting so surprised. Friend: but... but... Spring...

Sun?  Snow?  Violently flip-flopping between the two?  Whatever the weather wants.  It cares not for your puny calendar designations.   And in that regard it's very predictable. 

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