It seemed to me
miscalculation,
a frozen
discombobulation:
expecting spring
he here alighted
but found a landscape
winter-blighted.
With frosted beak
and bluebird fluff,
he groused (I heard him),
“Phoo! Enough!”
Oddments
In search of story
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February 23, 2021 at 10:57 am
I’ll second his sentiments. 🙂 This white landscape is going to cost me at the greenhouse when spring flowers arrive. Today is also going to involve chopping ice, which is definitely not my favorite job. 🙂 I think I’ll put my cleats on my boots just to be on the safe side. Hope you are all healed up from your winter dance.
February 23, 2021 at 11:06 am
Oh, yes: cleats! What a fashion statement! Don’t do the Maureen Dance! I am healing, thanks, but still sporting bright colors and a knot on my face. Glad to wear a mask! You know I got a gardener’s laugh from your comment about the greenhouse. Yes, once the white disappears, gardeners and their credit cards will be out in force. Lovely thought!
March 1, 2021 at 3:15 pm
This one made me giggle. I am glad your snow dancing injuries are healing, even though it sounds like you are wearing an outside paint card face. A knot does not sound at all good. I hope you have been able to hold back on the snow clearing.
March 1, 2021 at 5:18 pm
Fortunately for me and for the bluebird, our temperatures have climbed upwards. We’ve been in the 50s and 60s! This is a typical Indiana teaser. We aren’t done with winter, but we are having a lovely breather. My face is morphing from eggplant to zucchini in color and form. Actually, it looks as though I tried to swallow a barbell but it got caught in my cheek. I have hopes that it will be all be just a memory by the time we get snow again.