The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la, have nothing to do with the case
I had been meaning to post something sentimental and delighted about the single yellow crocus that recently pushed up through the dead grasses in the front yard.
I just shoveled an inch and a half of freezing slush off the front walk.
Ah, springtime in New England.
I just shoveled an inch and a half of freezing slush off the front walk.
Ah, springtime in New England.
