Well, the warmer temperatures have wreaked havoc on Hubby’s igloo.
He’s vowed that next year he’ll start at the beginning of winter and make us a real igloo. Who says frustration can’t be inspiring?
But for now…Yay! Grass!
Yes, it’s dark yellow and not very pretty to look at, but it’s grass darn it and I’ll take what I can get.
Could Spring finally be here?
It smelled like spring this morning. That and the thousands of dogmines slowly emerging from the deep snowbanks along the sidewalks, the icy blocks of snow lurking like icebergs on lawns and Christmas lights dangling precariously from the rooftops.
6 Degrees Tomorrow. 10 Degrees on Monday
Yay indeed! Maybe I should have shaved my head weeks ago.
(lol)
10 degrees? Ah, I’ll believe it when I feel it on my skin.