Friday, March 20, 2009
It is my birthday and it did snow...
It seems like it always does just because the world of nature refuses to admit that spring is really here.
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1 comments:
Oh come on, it didn't snow that much. Give me a break. We've had crappy winters for the most part around here over the last decade or so. Above average temps with low amounts of snow. :-(
I actually like the snow.
Happy Birthday anyway. I hope your garden grows and doesn't fizzle out like you've described.
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