This is the story one little family
making its way from the
salty shores of New England
to the suburbs of Chicago.
It won't always be easy,
but as long as we're together,
we'll find a way to bloom where we're planted.


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

It was all my fault

I never should have put the boots as snow pants away on April 10th.

Or hung the forsythia wreath on the front door on April 12th.



Or put the nail in the coffin when I opted for a no-chip pedicure on April 14th.


Because I should have KNOWN, Murphy's Law being what it is, that all that tempting date would force Mother Nature to show her might once again...

With 3 plump, sticky, totally not melting inches of SNOW on April 17th!!!!


I'd wave the white flag of defeat, but I'm afraid she'd mistake it for a request for more snow!!




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