Woke up this February First morning and saw more snow atop Northern Indiana ground. Looked out my bedroom window and saw a blue jay eat at the bird feeder. Watched a squirrel below grub for seeds scattered on the snow.
Read page 46 of her book entitled Season’s Echoes. My Hoosier Lady Louise long ago penned a poem that she entitled “Snapshot, black and white.” She began with
Background prop winter white
groups of gray grand olden oaks,
branches laden with hours of snow.
Went from beauty to beast. Read my IPhone. Story said President Joe unhappy with New York Times. Thought, hell must be freezing over.
New York editorialist suggested President Biden has penned too many edicts without waiting for Congress to pass a law. Thought, got that right. Don’t think Congress would have fired all those union Keystone Pipeline workers.
Hey, Boss President, how about letting those pipefitters go back to work? Just redirect the pipeline toward some of our out-west deserts. Instead of sending Canadian crude oil to Texas, send what Canada has more than Indiana. Snow.
By the time the Canadian snow gets to Arizona, most likely snow will be defrosted. Spread the water over the dirt after you plant. Green grows the desert. Green grows the pipefitter’s pocket. Then the Times and Biden will be back in a-green-ment.
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