It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. . .
Unfortunately, it’s April, and I was ready for Spring five months ago.
Ah well. The winter wonderland has accumulated to the point that I am unable to leave my driveway until the plow arrives. (Why spend two hours (looooong driveway) shoveling when the plow guy will demand his payment whether I start his job for him or not? Shoveling out to the chicken coop was exertion enough).
So it’s me and my books and incredibly bossy tea.
(When did tea start taking it upon itself to tell people not just what to do, but what to BE? A bit presumptuous, yes?)