First, a haiku:
Winter is biting
With gharstly icicle teeth.
Please euthanize me.
Next, the cure for winter: a trip to somewhere non-wintry! By which I mean the newly-renovated, yet still wonderfully familiar, Muttart Conservatory, whence I dragged my half-frozen carcass on Sunday.
A pointy colourful thing:
A delicate yellow thing:
A fluffy pink thing that tried to assassinate me by falling onto my shoulder and tumbling pathetically to the floor:
Can you feel the warmth? The humidity? The churning processes of photosynthesis that have all but ground to a halt outside? Take a deep breath and focus on the plants.
The desert pyramid is also good for dispelling winter blues, albeit less humid.
Just think, guys, only four more months of winter to go! We can do it!
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