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…