Oh my. This has never happened before. I had to edit my message. The Word’s Best Dog refuses to use profanity.
I guess Mom’s new snowplow didn’t get here, and yes, it’s snowing again. Why can’t Mom appreciate the subtle beauty of the new-fallen snow?
Maybe because in two more days it’s April, and there’s no end in sight to our winter weather. Hey, we made it to the finals of the Weather Channel’s “Toughest Weather City in America”. Well, it’s not really Coudersport in the final two. It’s a city 50 miles west of here – Bradford, that actually has nicer weather than us. If Bradford is at 20 degrees, we’re at 10. If Bradford is going to get four inches of snow, we’ll get six. You get the picture. So I guess it’s official – I live in the toughest weather city in America.
Thanks to my continued efforts to humidify the atmosphere in Kristy’s old bedroom, our seedlings are prospering:
We’ve got it all – cucumbers, beets, oregano, eggplant and lots more. Too bad it appears we’re never going to get the chance to plant it into our frozen tundra covered with two feet of snow.
Come on, Mom. We’re tougher than this! Would you rather be dealing with the effects of a prolonged winter, or a prolonged nuclear disaster, like our brothers & sisters in Japan?
Thought so. We’ll make it just fine. I love you!