And every single one counts. So I didn’t need to wake up to the phone tree ringing at 6 am, and the notice that school is two hours late. Late?! Huh? How come?! Then I looked outside.
I sort of sympathize with my poor, wee little primrose. I know exactly how it feels.
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We have snow, too.
There was weeping.
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Add to that weeping a dose of wailing, teeth gnashing, and a few curses tossed up toward Mother Nature. She’s on my list.
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It’s still beautiful! I love those.
Penney