Sun has melted what seemed like permafrost. Tiny lambs have appeared. The riverbanks are scattered with primroses, and Roland, stomping about in his shorts, is cursing the daffodils. Spring is upon us. Praise da Lord.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Waking Up
Sun has melted what seemed like permafrost. Tiny lambs have appeared. The riverbanks are scattered with primroses, and Roland, stomping about in his shorts, is cursing the daffodils. Spring is upon us. Praise da Lord.
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