Snowing again. Sigh.
But I can hear the birds chirping and quarreling with each other out the window. They are speaking of Spring and nests. They are whispering of Tulips, fresh green buds on the trees, and grass. I am waiting.
It's only 70 degrees here today. Yesterday was 87. I like 87. It makes me think of heaven. Yes, I like to say things like that to make you want to come live here so we can be, like, neighbors and have coffee together everyday and do homeschooling stuff together and you can make me cookies and I can make you crazy.
It's only 70 degrees here today. Yesterday was 87.
ReplyDeleteI like 87. It makes me think of heaven.
Yes, I like to say things like that to make you want to come live here so we can be, like, neighbors and have coffee together everyday and do homeschooling stuff together and you can make me cookies and I can make you crazy.
Oh, and I'm following you now.
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