Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Yearning for spring.
The poor fern doesn't know why it gets picked on so. One day, it's enjoying the sunshine streaming through the window. The next, it's turned into a kitty chair. I can yell until I'm blue in the face, but that kitty just sits there, enjoying the greenery. When good weather gets here to stay, the fern gets to go back outside, where it will revert back to it's normal beauty. Until then, it will have to suffer.