Yes, we got 8-10" of wonderful white stuff that Mother Nature provides as a serious reminder to slow down, stop and smell the roses. Well, slow down, at least. The roses are no longer blooming outside.
I feel like singing: (with sincere apologies to Paul & Art)
Slow down you move too fast
Or you'll find yourself on your ass
Just slippin’ down the snowy road
Lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy
Hello snow man
What-cha knowin’
I’ve come to watch your twinkle shinin’
Ain’t-cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in Doo-doo
Feelin’ Groovy
Got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I’m on vacation all this week
Let the morning time drop all it’s snow on me
Life I love you
All is groovy
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