No more! The drama of living in weather was exciting when it was new. Now, I have joined the other residents of weather-worn corners and each day look for signs of
A few peeks into my day yesterday:
Look to the lower portion of the windshield in this image. Traffic had come to a full stop on the autoroute due to a heavy pounding of hail!
After making a stop to refill the tank, I returned the car and hoofed it home.
(Because some people just are.)
As my mother used to tell me, "You've made your bed, Missy..."
...and apparently I've parked it in a place with this thing called "weather".
Care to join me in my search for spring?