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rj_andersonThis descriptive little entry in Erin's blog was an absolute delight to read:
The next morning, in the ice-glossed, snow-heaped cherry tree, I saw it: a robin, the first of the year. Thin and much ruffled. ... It looked like a tourist from Sheffield who had saved up for a holiday in the South of France, only to find that it rained all week, that French people don't speak English, and the caramelized onions give one the trots.
I do love a nice quirky simile. Well said, Erin.
The next morning, in the ice-glossed, snow-heaped cherry tree, I saw it: a robin, the first of the year. Thin and much ruffled. ... It looked like a tourist from Sheffield who had saved up for a holiday in the South of France, only to find that it rained all week, that French people don't speak English, and the caramelized onions give one the trots.
I do love a nice quirky simile. Well said, Erin.
