Well, here it is, a whole week into Spring 2014, and I just can't get into the swing of things. It's hard to get enthusiastic about the garden when You're picking Your way over snowbanks and down icy stretches of city sidewalk, walking like a penguin.
That is correct: Springy G, Loose Cannon of the Æsir, has been doing penguin impersonations.
At rush hour.
Due to the condition of the sidewalks in Winnipeg, caused by a week of melting and re-freezing, I have to walk with toes pointing outward lest I take a nasty spill and hurt Myself. Once in a while I even make a gurgling, purring "Hurrr hurrr hurrrrr" sound, like a flightless denizen of a frightfully cold locale.
Mainly because I am a flightless denizen of a frightfully cold locale. I also like fish, and look good in black and white. As far as I can tell, the only significant difference between Me and a penguin is that I have a clarinet and a bus pass.
Please don't give the penguins any ideas.