March Is Mean
So we had a few warm days. Hubby began garden planning "now that spring is here." I swore it wasn't. March is NEVER spring here, spring is late April, planting is late May.
Dammit I was right. We have a wintery mix today getting about an inch of snow (hey not far north of us getting a LOT more). Woke to 27F weather.
Mean March is mean. It's so dark out there right now I need lights in the rooms. The mix is clicking against the windows. It's a nasty nasty nasty day out there. Spring pfft that's weeks away yet.
I hate this. **pulls blanket around me sips hot coffee and tucks into genealogy again**
Dammit I was right. We have a wintery mix today getting about an inch of snow (hey not far north of us getting a LOT more). Woke to 27F weather.
Mean March is mean. It's so dark out there right now I need lights in the rooms. The mix is clicking against the windows. It's a nasty nasty nasty day out there. Spring pfft that's weeks away yet.
I hate this. **pulls blanket around me sips hot coffee and tucks into genealogy again**