Spring must be illiterate or else she would have read the calendar and known it was time to come, even to New England.
I walked my dog through sleet today about 3:30 p.m. It stuck in his fur. Though he loves snow, he's not enamored of sleet and rain.
And more 'wintery mix' tomorrow.
The day was so gray today there didn't seem to be any color anywhere.
I'm sure the little white flowers in our front yard are anxious for Spring to make her appearance.
Deep breaths and patience are called for.
I'm short on both.
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