Where's my lunch?
Ugh. Hang in there, it won't be long.
I know. I am almost weeping at the sight. Hard to take pleasure in the mundane.If you find someone to guide us, can you give me a call?
That poor rhubarb! ;-)
Thanks, Chris. Could be this is winter's last stand.Of course I will, Dawn.David,that's what I was thinking. Good thing it's a tough plant.
Yuck, so sorry. It is lovely but like too much of any good thing it gets boring and hard to appreciate. Warm weather must be around the corner as May is almost here.
Well, my original response was going to be, "Better you than me!" but I thought better of it. Heh.
Tabor, we just have to get through our May storm and we've got clear sailing for at least a few weeks.Good call, Chris.
Double Yuck.If you fly down here to Louisiana, i can assure you that you won't see any of that white stuff. You could walk under the oaks in City Park in New Orleans and soak in the warmth, or stroll some plantations nearby.
It's all your fault! You were boasting about your rhubarb ;)
Messymimi, I'd love to see Louisiana and I desperately want to walk under those oaks.Reb, I take full responsibility.
Sigh. It feels like this winter will never end.
Ugh.. you've had more than enough.. despite how pretty it looks, it's growing old..
Yuck! The last of our white stuff (mostly grey now) is hanging on, but it's just a matter of time. Hopefully yours won't last the weekend.
Bag Lady, if I find that lamp post I'll collect you.Hilary, enough is enough.
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