Sunny and beautiful but that's deceptive. There's still a bit of a chill. Really perfect though. The crocuses are blooming like mad, deep purple all over the place, but I was pretty sure I'd planted white ones as well. What gives?
Fletcher has brought me his second offering of the spring, a mole. As long as he keeps these on the front porch I'm fine with it. Keep them out of my tulips.
Have yet to hit the Powerball, so so much for the poet retirement plan. Ah well.
Taxes, done. Birthday cards, done and mailed. Overall a good day.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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My white crocus never come up as early as the yield-yellow and purple ones. Maybe yours are like mine--if so, look for em in about 2weeks.
Gotta love those offerings from pets. My cat brought me a vole today and also a paperwad. (At least I'm somebody's goddess).
the spring thaw is in full swing... and drip right down thru my roof in 3 places!
word ver: Chukii !!!
Eeeek...taxes. I'm waiting until the last minute.
Pamela: OOOO thanks. I'll keep that in mind.
I don't think I'm any sort of god to him, sadly. He has yet to learn how to bring me my smokes or lighter.
MoMA: Huzzah! Gad! Call the landlord.
Collin: Indeed. But I need to redo my state taxes. I've screwed those royally.
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