Ah, the false promise of spring. Those precious warm days that tease me into believing something has changed and perhaps for the better. I tune up my bike and pack away the mittens. Make all sorts of plans for this fresh, new season that's upon us. Then I wake to howling winds and blowing snow and realize that with this, like so many things, I have once again jumped the gun.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Spring Snows
Ah, the false promise of spring. Those precious warm days that tease me into believing something has changed and perhaps for the better. I tune up my bike and pack away the mittens. Make all sorts of plans for this fresh, new season that's upon us. Then I wake to howling winds and blowing snow and realize that with this, like so many things, I have once again jumped the gun.
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