ed catches a cuddly nap on mom's lap by the woodstove, while . . .
snow whirls down around our barn . . .
the irises and surprise lilies look furry disappointed (mom even heard the robins saying bad words), an'
the poor trees that suffered so in the ice storm have snowy insults piled upon injuries, as they struggle to put out some greenery despite their losses.
sadly, there are lotsa trees in a 50 mile swath all along from oklahoma/kansas right through missouri that look like these because of the january 15th ice storm. *sigh* mom says her druid is hurtin'. we din't know she had one, but we feel sorry for him. lotsa fev-vers won't haf places to live this summer.
