This winter certainly qualifies as the year of the snow storms. Hard to believe that more is in the forecast this weekend.
I find myself these days reflecting like the late, great Rogers Hornsby:
“People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.” -- Rogers Hornsby, baseball great
Lynn and I are ready for the spring not that we are wishing our lives away. I was actually reflecting last night upon coming days out in the yard cutting grass, trimming, and weeding. Then, come July I will bemoan the heat and humidity.
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