My Mr. grumbles daily about this weather.
I say, it's a perfectly beautiful March day. It just happens to be February.
Don't we deserve a break now and then?
Last winter I returned from an early morning run with Drake proclaiming that it "felt pretty cold out there this morning". When I checked the thermometer it read -12•.
Forgive me for enjoying these balmy temps. But I do think they just might be keeping me afloat.
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”
― Suzanne Collins
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