Today, I eat my words. Take a look at this while I go cut a big piece of crow pie:
Mom, did you arrange this somehow?
Thursday, March 01, 2007
This is just wrong
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a smug, all gloaty post about spring in Vancouver. There were photos of flowers flowering, buds budding, and grass grassing. I took insufferable pokes at folks still in the icy grip of winter. It must have especially annoyed my mother who lives in Nova Scotia, and warns me every February: “Don’t tell me about your damned blooming flowers.”
Today, I eat my words. Take a look at this while I go cut a big piece of crow pie:
Mom, did you arrange this somehow?
Today, I eat my words. Take a look at this while I go cut a big piece of crow pie:
Mom, did you arrange this somehow?
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6 comments:
Oh, honey, you weren't gloaty in your other post--just happy. A little snow is just a "spring challenge," right?
I love the footprint picture!
Into every spring, a little snow must fall.
We've got snow, too...
Jocelyn, you're so kind. But trust me, I was gloating!
Teri, Snow on the poor daffodils is not a happy picture. If it was real snow, good deep fluffy stuff, it would at least be useful. I could snowshoe to work. Or something.
But the pretty yellow daffodils look so lovely against the stark white of the snow....
Don't tell me you'd want to miss out on all this?
Jocelyn, Teri and I all wished this on you, along with your mother.
I knew it was an evil plot.
V.
Bwwwahahahaha....
Um. Sorry. *grins evilly while looking at the 35cm of snow recently dumped on Mtl*
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