The other day I wrote to my brilliant friend Jen and bitched about the new snowstorm, a fresh couple of feet that came from twenty miles west of nowhere and buried what was left of my heart’s optimism for winter’s end. Jen wrote back immediately, as she’s a supportive friend who always knows the right thing to say. This time, in addition to the exact right thing, she said: although it sounds really pretty.
It was really pretty four months ago! Now it’s really painful. (but honestly, thank you Jen)
So, I’m thoroughly convinced that there will be no spring. Only next winter, coming very very soon to Cooter Hollow.
I get like that in February. In March, my warrior spirit comes back and I visualize vaporizing the snow with flames from my eyeballs…
I hope the laserbeams in your eyes are powerful enough to make it here. Because I’m going to need it.
Hang in there…it’ll pass. And thank you for coming by and chatting with us yesterday.
it’s good never to forget the April is the cruelest month.