Every spring I think about sewing dancing dresses of the 1940's. I also think about adopting chickens and more farm animals. Right now my yellow forsythia is covered in snow. I do love it. Mother nature was hearing my cries of disappointment that we hadn't had enough snow this year. This storm is much more dangerous than people realize. There's heavy wet snow and fierce wind. Meanwhile everyone is hopped up on allergy medicine driving around to get Easter candy half off and bushels of fresh asparagus they don't notice the trees about to topple on them. At least in the winter people are tamed by grumpiness and they stay inside.
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