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Ohhhh, booger~bite!!! Ya know how I feel ’bout snow!!!
Two days ago we had another hard frost. I had a fire in the fireplace and the furnace was runnin’ wide open…later that day I flipped on the air….at 89 degrees.
I tell ya, it’s Mother Nature’s Menopause!!! Heeehehehe!
God bless ya sweetie and I hope your beautiful plants survive the harsh weather!
Have a great weekend! :o)
Fun poem…and great shot.
Today, of course, I have to drive up to St Cloud where there may actually be that snow…darn.
Very beautiful. Sounds a lot like here! Blooms everywhere and now it’s cold again!