But just when it feels like it is here,
Mother Nature changes her mind.
So I pass Tundra Swans, stopping on their
migration north to rest in a field...and robins
back & weary from flight. And I want to
say to them, "be patient", but I can't.
This never ending winter is just getting old.
Tonight we get snow, again. Not as much as
our neighbors to the north & west, but enough
to make driving a head ache and make me want
to just throw my hands in the air.
My spirit feels tired, my patience is worn thin.