It’s April 14. Easter is less than a week away.
3 inches of pristine, white heart-attack snow covering our earth.
The kids are on 2 hour delay. I’m thinking about how I’m going to get the snowblower out of the garage again, since it is buried behind rollerblades, bikes, baseball mitts and other spring/summer related items that were resurrected over the last couple of weeks.
But you know what…by tomorrow this will be gone. It’ll be 50 degrees and spring will finally start springing.
Here in the upper Midwest, we’re more than familiar with the precociousness of spring. We are never fully convinced that spring or summer is here until we get wollopped a couple of times with snow. Our crocuses, daffodils and tulips are hearty little buggers because they’ve been through this before.
Spending life with a funeral director is a lot…
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