When the delicate pear tree blossoms fall on the snow which arrived overnight Mid-May. That’s the definition of “snow on snow.”
As I don my boots and winter gear yet again, I do hope I have a more vibrant day than yesterday, where the zenith was my desperate attempt to mix things up a bit. I exited a store going through the entrance, causing the woman taking count and directing traffic to chastise me. At least I gave her a purpose for a brief moment, so I didn’t feel too plucky.
Today? Oh, I’ll finish another sewing project, chat with the dog, and plan my next get-away. Still livin’ large!
