Twenty-nine days (but who's counting?) after our eight inches of snow fell, I'm still carrying my new spring purse and wearing my parka, which I've washed and put away for the season twice now. Guess the new spring purse was wishful thinking. Hope springs eternal in a Midwestern heart.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Eight Inches of Springtime
At left: the new spring purse I got ready to use because hey, it's spring! At least, I thought it was.
At right: what I woke up to the morning I first planned to carry my spring purse
Three days later, we're back to spring. Purple crocuses are visible again; bright green garlic shoots push upward; big fat buds along tree branches promise green leaves; and yellow forsythia brighten views everywhere in the neighborhood. Whoohoo ~ spring! Time for flowers, even on a purse.
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