Spring is taking its sweet time getting here, that's for sure. But Toby and I went for a ramble this afternoon in the 38-degree-air, and it's getting ever closer to the messy, muddy stage before full-on spring.
I have a good feeling that this will be our last snow (please, PLEASE let it be our last snow) so we enjoyed it. Snowballs are good for throwing (me) and snatching out of the air to eat (Toby).
And if I can't wear my Wellies to the community garden just yet, at least they are getting broken in beforehand.
Hurry yourself up, spring. We're ready for you.
Hurry yourself up, spring. We're ready for you.
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