The words of the Lord are pure words; as silver tried in a furnace on the earth, refined seven times.
Who forgot to mention that it isn’t supposed to snow in March? Because if that cold gloppy white stuff outside isn’t snow, I don’t know what it is. Doggone it.
And the other day I even saw some sickly-pale crocus leaves popping out of the mashed-down dead brown sorry excuse-for-grass that’s left after months of heavy snow finally melted. Did I mention: Doggone it.
– KF –