Enough already with this Winter...its oppressive grey skies and miserable temperatures and teasing promises of spring.
The dogs love it--I hate it. Even if it melts by afternoon
I want nothing of it when a week ago the 82 degree day
encouraged the quince and forsythia blossoms
that now shiver under caps of snow--caps that do nothing to preserve warmth.
Ach! The only good from it is I am motivated to write...but the view. Ach!
Even my orchids are shivering!