I'm still waiting for the explosion of
spring colors. Days are gray and miserable,
spring colors. Days are gray and miserable,
squirrels don't dare put their nose out from
their home in my ancient tree, flowers forget it,
the snow is so heavy and plentiful that it will
take the sun for a hole week at 80 degree to
melt everything.
Guess I have no option than just sit and wait for
spring to manifest itself in my part of the world.
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