Lot's of brown around here. Everything looks dead.
Probaby because it is. It was 49 degrees today. I can SMELL spring. I can FEEL spring. But I don't see it. I see alot of this.
This is a good thing. Ugly, but good. Spring = green. Spring = tulips. Spring = a new neice. Spring = Paris. Spring = birds chirping. Where are you little birdies?
I know winter has it's own beauty and I appreciate it. But I'm ready for it to be over. Ready for some green. And new life. And Paris!
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