AILING FRIEND (February 12, 2013)
Today’s snow has ended up so paltry, I feel kind of contrite about it. “Poor winter,” I keep muttering all day long. It is as if it is an old but ailing friend.
Today’s snow has ended up so paltry, I feel kind of contrite about it. “Poor winter,” I keep muttering all day long. It is as if it is an old but ailing friend.