Scribblings

It figures

I waited until this week to get my hanging plants for my porch figuring it hadn’t gone below freezing at night in a few weeks so I was safe. Then we had the deluge the night I put them out. Then we had a hail storm the next day. Now we have wind and probably another deluge. The plants just look so sad and confused. Isn’t this supposed to be spring here? Oh wait. That’s right. As that great song goes, when it’s springtime in Alaska, it’s forty below.