I guessed purrthecat‘s person, so it’s my turn again. After this, I have to get back to work!! Okay, I’m thinking of someone. Yes or no questions only, please! 😀 EDITED TO ADD: Once again, purrthecat pounds the competition by guessing correctly that the person I had in mind was Olga Korbut! Thank you all for playing! Now GET BACK TO WORK! hahaha 😀
Okay, I’m thinking of someone. Remember, yes or no questions only. 😀 WE HAVE A WINNER, LADIES & GENTLEMEN! Thank you for playing! purrthecat correctly guessed Aslan! It’s purrthecat‘s turn, go to her journal if you want to play again. 😀
Sometimes it’s very hard to resist ascribing human motivations and emotions to the weather. Plus it makes for such great metaphors. 🙂 This morning, Flyinge was blanketed with fog. The newly sprung green grass had a coating of frost. Everything was grey and white and opalescent. Driving through Flyinge and up the hill toward Lund, Father Sun was obviously trying to pull the blanket off, opening curtains, singing “Oh what a beautiful morning!” while the fog grumbled and tried to pull the covers up over its head. Then, as I crested the hill and came out of the fog, I...