stinkyfj60

It's a beautiful Easter day here. The wind is at a minimum, the temp is good, and we have a beautiful heavy snow falling.

I am sitting here trying to finally compose my inspired but difficult to write love poem about dung beetles, Scarabeaus sacer to be exact. Well, that is if the mating habits match my love poem, if not, I will switch to one of the other dung beetles of Africa.

I want to play in this snow... Hmmmmmmmmmmmm

Anyway, off I go