Sunday, February 24, 2019

Birch bark

Well, I spent about ten minutes staring at the screen trying to think of something to write about birch bark. It's white. That's all I came up with.

And it has thin dark spots.

Our streak of sunny warm days continues. February may be going out like a lamb. Where does that leave March? Maybe it will come in like a goat, and out like manatee. Or, in like a spider monkey, out like a koala. In like an amoeba, out like a paramecium?


  1. Hard to imagine artificial intelligence coming up with humor as quirky as that! Thanks for the meditation on birch bark and the chuckle.

  2. Me thinks you're in a silly mood today. That's a really good closeup of the birch bark.

  3. I can't think of a thing to say.


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