A poem in honor of spring...
Trees are budding
Flowers blooming
Grass is turning green.
We took the plastic
off our windows.
It is almost Spring.
I opened up
the sliding door
to let the Spring air in
And now my cheeks
have frostbite.
Its snowing once again.
Gotta love the Mid-west winters. I guess this is better than last year when it snowed on Easter Sunday. But man, those are some big honkin snow flakes falling out there.
See ya'll at church, though. Right? Right? Anyone?? Bueller?
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