When I walked out of the door this morning I heard two distinct birdsongs. These were not winter birdsongs... they begged of spring. Granted it was 12 degrees out (which is starting to feel rather balmy).
I have yet to hear what Phil says this morning - but Weese says:
It's over folks.
And for those of you still sporting your holiday lights - please find the plug.
No comments:
Post a Comment