Ermagerd, sner


One of my coworkers told me that, historically, May is when we get our biggest snows out here in western South Dakota. (I did not verify this tidbit, and I am fine with that. I do not WANT to verify it, frankly.) A. is in full-on rejoice mode: he’s pulling out his sweaters, he’s shaking out the winter coat, he’s turning up the heat. I’m happy as long as I can get me a big jug of cider going on the stove and experience a fragrant callback to December. Also: spent the morning singing Christmas songs to Baby E., since he missed out on that this year. He began fussing during “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas”, but that may have been due to Bing Crosby…

Gotta go cover up the plants.

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