It may be its last leg, but is has enough left in it to go out in style.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
I'm not sure how many legs it has, but February is definitely on its last one. I woke this morning to a strange invasion of light through the slats of my mini-blinds. When I finally mustered the wherewithal to drag my self out of bed, I peered through ever so carefully so as to ease the shock on my sleepy eyes, there, to my delight, was a double whammy surprise awaiting my eyes. Not only was the sun clocked in and on shift, but a light blanket--no, more like a throw--of snow had fallen asleep in my grass.