Monday, March 31, 2008
In like a lion, out like a junkyard dog
This is what March 1 looked like. Picturesque, but damn annoying.
Today is uglier. We have the piles of really old, really dirty snow. We have the garbage emerging from underneath said snow. We have mud and thunderstorms. We have brown, crushed, nasty-looking grass and plants.
But this afternoon, Jo saw a rose clinging to one of the bushes that line our front walk. She was thrilled. "Look! A rose is blooming already!" I hated to break it to her: That was an old, dried flower from last summer. Still, she saw the bright side. "It survived!"
I guess we all did.