THE END (of winter)
I should probably do some kind of cursory update before I disappear from the country for 10 days. (to Italy, which will bring much inspired writing and reviews when I return!)
Let me tell you, I HATE March.
Though the month includes my birthday and spring break, it could very well be the grossest month of the year...visually speaking anyway. Winter waits until now to spew it's last disgusting weather phenomena of the season. There's every shade of gray and brown to be found. Mud, slush, clouds, rain, snow, old leaves, filthy roads. And remnants of snow so old their composition is questionably not even snow anymore. What’s in that crusty whitesh pile of stuff that’s been building up for months in the corner of the yard?
This is the story about: Snow boulders. Read more and comment at Valley24.
Let me tell you, I HATE March.
Though the month includes my birthday and spring break, it could very well be the grossest month of the year...visually speaking anyway. Winter waits until now to spew it's last disgusting weather phenomena of the season. There's every shade of gray and brown to be found. Mud, slush, clouds, rain, snow, old leaves, filthy roads. And remnants of snow so old their composition is questionably not even snow anymore. What’s in that crusty whitesh pile of stuff that’s been building up for months in the corner of the yard?
This is the story about: Snow boulders. Read more and comment at Valley24.