An early Easter makes me want to expect an early spring. It's just not to be. There won't be a spring early enough to please me this year.
The sheer volume of snow has gotten to most of us. We are longing to see green anything replace our huge piles of snow.
Instead I've been consumed by all the insane things going on around our place, and escaping into Atlanta with Scarlett and Rhett. Quite delightful even with a the horror of war.
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