After brushing the cat litter from my fountain pen, I sat down and wrote the following:
I've had it up to my whisker-tips. Another snowfall. This is not Broadway. There are no encores. It's time to say goodbye!
I know it's a bummer being monochromatic (burrp! I just ate which gives me the amazing ability to use big words), but please don't make spring wait, with its pretty flowers and everything turning green. We're antsy. The first day of spring has arrived. Didn't you know? You may as well accept the fact there are no more footlights. It's time to take the hat and go.
By all that is holy, we in the north country can't wait for: FLOWERS!
Here's a picture of me looking out at the ivy last fall:
(I know a parishioner named Ivy. What a sweet name!)
And look at these--beautiful green leaves with a stem of hearts running through them:
Winter, say goodbye so we can open windows to let in the fresh air, the birdsong (oh, yeah) and the smell of things growing. It's time to rest yourself and dream your own dreams.
Tom the Church Cat