After a week of temperatures hovering in the mid-forties, waking up to 17 degrees was a bit of a shock. Add in snow and blustery winds and I was ready to crawl back under the covers. Unfortunately, the Punks wishes for a snow day went unheeded, so I had to get up. And then I had to get them up.
Oy.
I hope it opens so you can draw it in bloom.
ReplyDeleteStay warm! :)