'Tis The Muddy Month of March, Oh Joy
Spring in the great Pacific Northwest revolves around dirt. The traction sand that you were so grateful for in winter now hovers in a big cloud over town, and the closest you get to the beach is the 50 yards of sand you've swept out of the kitchen. And then it rains. It's a wonder the kitchen linoleum still has a pattern on it.
Dirty, crusty snow melts to reveal dirty, bedraggled yards, as well as bits of trash that passersby have so graciously deposited. The deer have eaten the shrubbery down to sticks, and it appears that nearly all of them will have to be replaced. Everything is either frozen or sodden.
It is no wonder then, that my mind turns to thoughts of turquoise waters and white, sandy beaches. The South Pacific has always captured my imagination in a way the Caribbean never could. Tiny bits of land scattered throughout miles of ocean, Islanders in outriggers, even a tribe that uses stone coins as large as wagon wheels.
Looking at various trips online, I have decided Bora Bora needs to be added to my list of places to visit. Huts suspended on stilts over the water, turquoise water so clear that boats appears to be floating in air, beautiful flowers, and white sand stretching for miles. I can already feel my frozen bones thawing. But not just yet.
Ah, March. In like a lion, out like a lamb; it doesn't matter. Either way, it's a bear.
Dirty, crusty snow melts to reveal dirty, bedraggled yards, as well as bits of trash that passersby have so graciously deposited. The deer have eaten the shrubbery down to sticks, and it appears that nearly all of them will have to be replaced. Everything is either frozen or sodden.
It is no wonder then, that my mind turns to thoughts of turquoise waters and white, sandy beaches. The South Pacific has always captured my imagination in a way the Caribbean never could. Tiny bits of land scattered throughout miles of ocean, Islanders in outriggers, even a tribe that uses stone coins as large as wagon wheels.
Looking at various trips online, I have decided Bora Bora needs to be added to my list of places to visit. Huts suspended on stilts over the water, turquoise water so clear that boats appears to be floating in air, beautiful flowers, and white sand stretching for miles. I can already feel my frozen bones thawing. But not just yet.
Ah, March. In like a lion, out like a lamb; it doesn't matter. Either way, it's a bear.
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