The Ladies wishing for Spring
“We’ve had quite enough hay. Now let us up into that other pasture. We been eatin’ all the little blackberry leaves we can find. Now, we’re all briary, and it’s all yer fault, Maa.” So sayeth the ewes.
So, I let them up into the next pasture. Not that the grass is any greener, but to them, the grass is greener.
Rosie with a Case of Briary