Someone needs to present the other side of the coin, or um planet. You might have been wondering where all the cold goes? Sometimes it goes as low as 35f here in winter for a few minutes for a few days in the middle of the year.
Oh you poor thing! No one should have to suffer through that sort of cold. Make sure to bundle up. Tom
35f? Thirty-Five F ?!?!? In winter??? Nothing builds character like below 0f temperatures, and STILL having to walk the dog. Of course, she loves it. (the dog) (she's a female shetland) (woof) How I know it's spring....I can see all the TURDS of my neighbor's front lawn, he who doesn't walk his dog, and practices the "Pick-Up-As-She-Goes" policy. Then again, in winter melts, it was quite "Sel et poivre".
I tell you Tom, it's bloody hard mate. Sometimes I have to put a jumper on just to go out for the day. You have no idea mate. Thanks for the expression of sympathy mate, I know how genuinely you meant it.
Sure, Pat mocks us, but see if he is still laughing when he gets stung by a poison butterfly or bitten by a carnivorous daisy flower. I'm pretty sure everything is dangerous in Australia. Tom
Never EVER approach an innocent-looking daisy flower in Australia. They are known for leaping from the ground, sprinting at up to 30 mph, and covering up to 800 yards before they have to stop and stick their evil roots back in the ground again When the innocent looking daisy flower catches you - as it almost always does - the death is very slow, gruesome, and so painful that if you have a handgun, you might as well blow your brains out before the daisy flower slowly eats your brain
Yes, we had the sel et poivre effect in our yard, unfortunately. It was a lot of snow, and a lot of s__t.
Dog poop's easier to pick up when it's frozen, though much easier to find when it's still steaming. I forget which European country it is - maybe France - where owners are required to register the DNA of their pets, so that the excrement can be identified by the poopee and traced back to the pooper. I kid you not. April Fool's was yesterday.
In Paris, "Les Grandes Dames" don't pick up the poop, ever. The city has special cleaning units that scour the sidewalks and streets with water. Of course this annoys the younger generations big time, the probable instigators of the DNA April Fool's. In the suburbs here in Quebec, dog poo picking up is strange. Only 50% do it. Which means half of the dog owners are idiots, giving us other half a bad rep. In the city of Montreal, many are against the ban of plastic bags, because that's the primary source of bags for picking up the dog poo and various trash around the house.
Oh boy, you don't even want to *know* what the innocent-looking cottontail will do to you. Horror doesn't even come close to describing it Matter of fact, if you just make eye contact with a cottontail, you're doomed. Commit suicide immediately, it's easier. Matter of fact, authorities there have that right in the Outback Survival Warning Manual "Making eye contact with a cottontail, or just a casual glance at one. Remedy: you must IMMEDIATELY commit suicide, or the suffering will be so gruesome that the printed word alone does it no justice"
If I could edit the title of this thread, I would change it to "You know it's NOT spring because..." ...snow is coming down by the bushel. Everything is white, the roads are covered, and I hear a snowplow going by outside. Bother. Tom