Friends and relatives northeast of here who are still contending with Snowmageddon 2010 doubtlessly won't feel a grain of sympathy for me, but I am sick, sick, SICK of snow. This is our third snowfall in a month. Having just thawed out from last week's massive (for us) storm, we awoke this morning to another 3" of snow on the ground, with more to come. The worst part is that nobody told me this one was coming, so I could not even make the obligatory run to the grocery store for milk, bread, and junk food!
The weatherman may have predicted this, but I missed it. You see, The Grandson (age 2) was here for the whole weekend, which meant that the TV was tuned to NickJr for the duration of his visit. NickJr does not do weather forecasts. (One can, however, get tips on sensible winter attire from Moose A. Moose.)
The Grandson must be itching to get in the garden, himself. Yesterday, he discovered the several packs of vegetable seeds that I'd left laying on the kitchen table. I caught him happily stabbing the onion seed package with an ink pen. "What's that noise?" he said, picking up the seed package and shaking it, sowing onion seeds all over the table.
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