Saturday, March 04, 2017

Dauntless

"NEITHER RAIN NOR SNOW NOR GLOM OF NIT ..."* (Going Postal, Terry Pratchett)
... nothing fazes a yellow primula.

On a rainy afternoon. It's been buried under 2 feet of snow, blown about, snowed under again, and again. And kept on flowering. What's a bit of rain after that?

More snow is coming, they say.

*Terry Pratchett could spell, but some of the letters had been stolen.

2 comments:

I'm having to moderate all comments because Blogger seems to have a problem notifying me. Sorry about that. I will review them several times daily, though, until this issue is fixed.

Also, I have word verification on, because I found out that not only do I get spam without it, but it gets passed on to anyone commenting in that thread. Not cool!

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