That expression came from my long-departed Great Aunt Nell. She said it whenever we had one of these snowfalls with big, feathery flakes. It’s quite beautiful out there today but, considering it is the second week in April, it could certainly be more spring-like. However this is western Alberta and this is the way it is every year. I am going to forward an old journal entry from 2000. It really wasn’t spring-like that time!
The Old Woman Is Plucking Her Goose
Bookmark the permalink.