> > >Come yesterday, WHAMMY! Seventeen inches of wet snow dumped in 24 hours. Now I have hours of shovelling fun and probably a bunch of dead tulips. Why oh why did I even think of writing a poem about Spring?
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> > I feel your pain.
> >
> > Gri"did I just quote Bill Clinton?"shny
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> Perhaps. I'm just glad that you can read my lips so well. :-)
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> Here's more on the winter foibles of the NZ weta from hell. This just in from Doug Yanega, consultant for TSD:
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> "The New Zealand weta, a very large flightless cricket relative, lives at high altitude and freezes solid every evening, thawing out in the morning to go about its business. Ah, the wonders of antifreeze."

Have the late winter blues got you down? I just got back from Georgia. The trees are leafing out. The pale green leaves contrast with the darker green of the pines. It looks nice. The redbud is gone but the dogwood is still hanging in there. Everything but the fence posts is blooming. The kudzu still looks dead, but it's a late bloomer anyway. You don't have to go all the way to Georgia. When I got home, things looked the same except the dark green was cedars instead of pines.
So come to Tennessee. Our tulips are fine.
Howard