There is Always One Last March Snow

There comes a time every march here in Illinois. The temperature starts to rise. A few flowers begin to poke through the earth. I few hopeful trees begin to bud. People begin to smile. Spring is starting winter is over. And then BOOM SNOW COLD HAHAHAH The weather laughs at our pitiful hopes and thing jackets. I don't mind. I love snow and it makes for pretty pictures.





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