a little more depth in the blue of the sky, an earthy scent in the breeze, a touch of real warmth in the rays of the sun, little green things popping up between the dead leaves of my lavander bush, and a recognizable lightness of heart that can only mean one thing. it is here.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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not yet... 21 March. Be true to winter until it has well and truly passed. It could snow yet, yes it could. Bless the buds that are optimistically peeking out of their little sheaths. Love them. But not a word of the next season until this one has breathed its last breath.
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