Ah Spring, Sweet Spring.
It melts and then it freezes and then it snows and then it melts again etc. etc. etc.
sigh
It's Spring and it's snowing again. I look up and watch it descend. All through the Winter we hunt wood and tinder, Waiting for Spring to begin. Now Spring is finally here. You'd think we'd be filled with cheer. I saw the first Robin his head was a-bobbin. He's freezing his tush it's quite clear.
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