Spring rain is one thing, but this is ridiculous. It is raining buckets. I cannot remember a winter that has lingered so long here. It is Spring, but in name only. When it is clear it is cold. The snow we had in March stayed on the hills for days. Even the trees are confused.
Time for a new book. Time to have fires and cozy nights and wait for the real coming of Spring.
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