It’s still snowing.
I’m glad the ground is too warm for it to stick much. I won’t have to shovel, but it’s still cold, wet, and nasty out there.
I’m a wimp. I’m staying inside.
It’s still snowing.
I’m glad the ground is too warm for it to stick much. I won’t have to shovel, but it’s still cold, wet, and nasty out there.
I’m a wimp. I’m staying inside.
Snowing on the First of May. This does not inspire a Jonathan Coultan song.
Looking forward to warmer temperatures and the return of your walks.