Day #917 of winter (or so it felt.)
Here's the sad truth, she wrote.
Zombied out people, sick of snow, sick of no green, sick of shoveling, sick of nights still dipping into the teens, have left for the Carolinas to search for spring. "Spring. We must have spring!", they cried as they left.
"Spring is the hunger that will not die." the blogger explained just before she left with her spouse, too
They drove away, leaving her to the mercies of the snow, the wind.
Alas, she will not find Spring today. Or tomorrow. Or, apparently, anytime soon.
But then she got this picture from her blogging friend.
"I found spring!", her friend said. "I swear to you I will bring her back to upstate New York."
So, our story ends here for now.
Will she soften the hard heart of Spring? Or, will the guest photographer continue to fight through the Zombied Snowcopolyse?