now because the end is in sight: 20s and ice pellets. Tuesday's forecast.
Tonight, may I dream of white crabapple blossoms and green bees, my two dogwoods just bleaching from green to white, the redbud -- all blossom and no leaf, the Kwanzan cherry with its fluffy flowers.
And the perfumed air. A long wait for a small reward.
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