A sight for sore eyes?
They were given to me as a thank you from someone I helped support during a difficult transition.
I am beyond appreciative of the gesture; especially now, in the last grasp of winter's long, cold, and dare I say stubborn resistance to step down.
And like a breath of fresh air, their scent is clean and spring-like.
I'm sorry winter, but your days are numbered and we have all had enough of your shenanigans: your third and fourth rounds of snow, your surprise bursts of bitter arctic air, your "don't put those winter boots away yet" sarcasm and especially your insistence to continually ice things up to a treacherous level.
Fuss and fury all you like but the snow is melting faster than you can pile it up again, the robins are singing love songs and the sun is getting warmer and stronger.
Just ask Jett as she is heating up her black satin fur coat in the sunbeams
No matter how bad things look, there is hope ahead for better days.
So take heart my weary, winter/world-worn companion!
