Faerie Roses in Winter

This is a close shot of the pink faerie roses in my frontscape.

I can feel their unhappiness.

I can hear their chattering.

Even filtered through my own winter brainsicle.

Spring. Spring. Spriiing!, they say.

I might have heard an expletive hurled at Mama Weather.

But that could have been me.

The most oft heard words spoken in our house this week — What day is this?

The first TGIF of 2014.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Elen