And, of course, there are daffodils, especially the scrambled-egg wildish ones growing through fallen trees and leaves, sprouting up through rotting leaves and deer feces, buttering the brown landscape with a twist of lime insouciance.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
About Spring
Renewal and promise of growth to come, yes, but also this: unpredictable yo-yo weather (60-something yesterday with sun and 40 today with clouds) and a squirrely messiness that makes my own somewhat more bearable.
And, of course, there are daffodils, especially the scrambled-egg wildish ones growing through fallen trees and leaves, sprouting up through rotting leaves and deer feces, buttering the brown landscape with a twist of lime insouciance.
And, of course, there are daffodils, especially the scrambled-egg wildish ones growing through fallen trees and leaves, sprouting up through rotting leaves and deer feces, buttering the brown landscape with a twist of lime insouciance.
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