Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
April 05, 2006
Flaky
It is snowing. Hard. The first few lonely flakes hit my windshield as I got off the expressway and the rate has steadily increased all morning. While I feel bad for the guys outside trimming up our trees, I can't wait to see if the few crocus buds outside our apartment geep a light dusting of snow. Because honestly, there's something amazing and beautiful about seeing those lithe green leaves and tiny blooms peeking up through a layer of fresh snow.
Posted by criminal at April 5, 2006 10:23 AM