… in February…
I don’t understand the planet anymore, and I don’t think it understands itself, either. Like it’s caught in the throes of the worst gaslighting it ever received. Like it’s been reduced to a gibbering mess.
… in February…
I don’t understand the planet anymore, and I don’t think it understands itself, either. Like it’s caught in the throes of the worst gaslighting it ever received. Like it’s been reduced to a gibbering mess.
Grass isn’t supposed to be lush and green at this point, though.
Depends on where you are.
Some places have green grass through the winter, and snow.
Yeah. Not around here, can tell you that much.
In short, way too much grass, way too little snow for this time of year around these parts.