3.09.2011

Wordless Wednesday: In Which More Snow Falls and I Understand Anew Why There Is a Subgenre of Literature Devoted to Prairie Women Losing Their Sanity

4 comments:

Gerry said...

And still, sifting silently through the house, come the inscrutable pieces of paper, drifting higher like the snow,589 now, no end in sight.

drew said...

Uggh, March is the grueling bridge between winter and spring. Will this season never end?

Sandy Longhorn said...

This may be my favorite blog post title ever.

Molly said...

Oh, no, Gerry - hang on!

Yes, Drew, a loooonnnnnnggggg winter this year.

And Sandy, ..... first I'd like to thank the academy, also my mom and dad, and my 10th grade English teacher who assigned all the prairie-woman stories....

thanks for reading everyone.