Scribe-ls

It's baa-aa-aack!  Lulled by warm sunshine and gorgeous bulb flowers, how many of us have cleaned and packed our parkas?  Nah, we never do in Colorado, right?  How about that ICE STORM the other day?  It only took two days for my car mirrors to thaw out, meanwhile it was dicey looking into a pancake-sized circle to change lanes.  Trying to pry any larger space clear, if I could have, would have resulted in a $150 mirror needing replacement.  Hey, hello, Jack Frost?  Scram, would ya?  The spring equinox has happened, the egg-totin' bunny has done his thing, dangit even the crabapple at my new house is trying to bloom.  One more fury of flurries, I suppose.  In 1996, we had a heckuva blizzard around this time.  Lucky me, I got to white-knuckle it back from ever-lovin' Burlington after a farm auction somewhere out there.  That storm was so thick we hoped and prayed for a roadblock to help us find our way off I70, but luck just wasn't there and on we went, all the way into Denver, not entirely sure we were on the road, but guessing pretty well that we were when a semi missed us by inches.  Eyup, it's about time for another.