This winter it just keeps coming. Today’s is heavy, wet. Clings to everything. Yesterday the maple taps eked out a few drips, now back to nothing.
Pretty out there, though. And nothing compared to the previous blasts.
You can even imagine a crocus poking up through this stuff.
If the sun returns.
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