Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
poliphilo

More Of The Same

The graveyard had three gates. It was my job to smash them all. I did it with the butt end of an axe.

That was one of last night's dreams.

The wind continues to blow hard. The snow on the ground has turned icy and crunchy. We were going to take Dot shopping today but we've had a telephone conference and decided against it.

One of my earliest memories (c.1956) is of seeing a streak of snow in a flowerbed on a sunny morning- and thinking, "That's ridiculous, This is March. You don't get snow in March!"
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