“…no one loves a Christmas Tree on March the 25th.” ~Shel Silverstein
And no one loves a dirty old snowball on February 15th either. I took Pickles for a walk and the only thing I photographed was this lonely snowball sitting in a bed of weeds. There was no other sign of snow as far as the eye could see. And the sky was so gray and lackluster.
Here’s something nice that took my mind off of the February weirdness — a poem a day project. There’s even a poem generator that will write a poem for you after you’ve answered a few questions. Enjoy.