have understood the sign. An amaryllis potted in late November is
blooming NOW. It is mid April and the white shite still falls.
Shovels had to be hauled from the shed while patio furniture was
stowed in it for the third time this month.
Scilla and crocuses are buried just as they began to bloom. They will
return, at least the scilla will, as should the twolips and daffies
that had pushed their way to life. But the weather like most things
is something we can't control so for now we go with the flow even if
it's the non-flow of ice floating on The Pond.
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
Tsk tsk tsk
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