A friend and I went for a walk today along the river at lunchtime. Whoo-eee, was that wind a'blowin'. I didn't hear any answers, my friend, but I was glad I had my knit ear-warmer on. With that, I was just fine. Without it, I would have been miserable.
And I don't put much truck in what some groundhog in another part of the country was doing today, but in these parts the rockchucks definitely saw no shadows because it was overcast all day. So I'm gearing up for spring.
I swear, I see the daffodil shoots making cracks in the soil and I'm plotting and planning just what I'm going to prune and what I'll leave alone on my butterfly bush and all my roses. I can't wait to get outside and dig in my patio pots to remove all the walnuts Mr. Squirrel has deposited there and let the moss roses sprout. The robins feel it because they're back en masse.
How can you truly enjoy the promise and rebirth of spring if you've had no winter? I know it's done all over the place, but I can't imagine it myself. Good thing I'm stuck here, I guess. 
Probably when I'm really old, much older than now, I'll shake my fist at the snow and curse any temperature below 65. I'll beg to be a snowbird, but until then, I'm gonna enjoy it all.
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Merry Christmas, Jeanie!! 
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