so.....

[oldkicker]

everything in my garden has seemingly died, I can't see my grass any more, there's a foot or so of white stuff over everything and it's very, very cold out!

Wha' happened????:crazy:

Hiya, Kim!:sunny:

[amid chaos]

Bernie...welcome! they're not dead dear, just kind of hibernating.

[Snowwark]

Bless your heart, Bernie! :)

Well, it's cold, white and grey, sometimes dreary and dismal, other times silent, fluffy, and beautiful. In case you haven't heard, it's called Winter! :teeth:

You have a foot of snow? Wow...we only have about 5".

:)

[oldkicker]

Imagine, if you would (I say in my best Rod Sterling voice) that you suffered from mid-term memory loss and every year you were taken totally by surprise by the changing of the seasons. Yes, you've entered the Twilight Zone.

Wouldn't spring just make you bubble over with joy each and every year?!! Just to see everything come back again and realize that all that you had thought dead and gone was simply sleeping and waiting for its time again.

Heck - I feel that way about spring anyhoo. :)

[Snowwark]

I'm surrounded by memory loss, including my own, so yes, Spring's arrival is always joyful. :)

Sometimes, in the middle of February, when you look out the window, it's hard to imagine that there's anything under all that snow. But it's there, just waiting, waiting, with so much more patience then I. :)

[oldkicker]

I'm looking out on the back yard right now. Our line of cedars is covered with snow and the branches on the pine trees are drooping at the ends under the weight of the snow. It is fairly incredible that the same landscape will burst forth with color and warmth in just a few months.

[Mamu]

<center>Hungry for Spring

Like thirsting flowers awaiting rain,
My heart cries out for Spring again.
Once more to feel the softening air,
Caressing, tender, everywhere.
For fertile earth beneath my feet
Not carpeted by the Winter's sleet.</center>

A few lines from one of Gene Appleby's poems.