Monday, March 10, 2003

What is a crocus?

I woke up this morning to cold winds blowing snow around. At 7 degrees outside I feel a little bit like the song February by Dar Williams:

"And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed, and you said, 'That's a crocus,'
And I said, 'What's a crocus?' and you said, 'It's a flower,'
I tried to remember, but I said, 'What's a flower?'"

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