I have been told, in various ways, that Easter is next weekend. Or this weekend coming.
What, in real life, has that to do with anything? Simple.
I sit, after a tiring last three days, in my middle management chair with dog chewed arms, lumps in the seat, with my dog, who seems dis-inclined to allow me freedom after my absence, watching the snow fall.
The ground is too warm to allow much accumulation, I’m sure, but it is rather discouraging to see traces and small piles on recently mown yards.
I drift from my point. I began by speaking of Easter and I was really thinking of the curious conjunction of two celebration of two days – that of Easter and that of 420.
Life is a curiosity
From the reaches,