I don't know about you but I thought
February would NEVER END.
We woke up to several inches of new snow.
Snow that glitters like diamonds-
so bright and dazzling that it hurts your eyes.
Feathery soft and white as an angel's wing.
I am MARCHing towards Spring.
I am TIRED of winter!
Tired of snow!
Tired of cold!
Tired of the frozen tundra.
I am MARCHing towards
St. Patrick's Day with my potted Shamrock...
the plant of my father's mother
and her mother before her.
I will be MARCHing to the sink to wash the
Irish China that my girls gave me.
Wonder if they will arm wrestle for it
someday when I am gone?
Well, they are going to have to wait
a while for that!
The shamrock and the china make a wonderful statement, don' they?
And, before the morning is over I am
MARCHing myself right over to
STARBUCKS...where I will WALTZ in
and order a latte.
A drink to warm my bones while my heart
longs for Spring but my body is stuck in Winter.
I was thinking
and I told MyHero I might order
him a nice little
for Saint Patrick's Day.
I've been looking at costumes and I think I
finally found the right one.
I was all set to order until I saw that it said-
Have a wonderful Saturday!