Ah, you will remember my poem about Spring. And how Winter had the last word! Winter has reared its ugly head today in the form of whiteout conditions where I live.
This is a shot of the front of the house, 9:00 a.m.
And a view from the back, same time:
I feel bad because the little green slips of tulip leaves and the first-of-the-year yellow and purple flowers were just being brave enough to come out of the ground. Now I think everything is going to be dead, dead, dead.
I hope everyone is safe and warm. The snow is past my elbows, so going out in the yard is terrible. I hope the snow melts soon and Spring comes in for real. Although we haven’t had a lot of snow this year, I am sick of Winter and of getting my paws and belly wet and frozen.
Woof! Love, Maggie