Daffodils Are Liars

In spite of what Alice learned in Wonderland (that you can learn a lot of things from the flowers) I have discovered that you should never, ever, under any circumstances trust a flower. When I spoke in my last post about my recent encounter with our first daffodils, the beacons of spring, the harbingers of warmer weather, apparently I was listening to a bunch of lilly-livered, yellow bellied, bloomin' liars.

Because on Sunday, March 1, this. . .

Led to this. . .

Which led to some of this. . .

With some of this. . .

And a ton of this. . .

Until we were left with this. . . And this. . .

And this. . .

And this :)

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And then. . . . THIS. . .

Which led to a bit of this. . .

And after 7" of snow, 20 degree temps and 48 hours trapped inside a house with two pesky dogs, no electricity, no water, and no heat

we were eventually left with this. . .

I don't even want to tell you about what is waiting for me in my laundry room.

But thanks to Jackson EMC's diligent effort, we have re-entered the modern era--we've all had a warm bath and a hot meal and I would kiss Thomas Edison right now if I could. From now on, instead of listening to forcasting flowers, my money's on this guy. . .