No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Nineteen days and counting.
As I snapped this photo of a bench at Fritse Park, on the shores of Little Lake Butte des Morts, I had thoughts of the comings days: Temperatures slowly warming (*fingers crossed*), snow melting (after this Tuesday’s predicted snowstorm), grass growing (once the snow melts), the promise of daffodils (if it warms up) and the maiden 2015 voyage of a mountain bike (when the grass turns green after the snow melts and it warms up).
It’s that time of year when winter is no longer welcome and I type lengthy, run-on, nonsensical sentences due to the cabin fever invading my brain cells.
I’m waiting patiently for winter to say goodbye and for spring to take its turn.