This year, it is ice, or fog, or rain, or snow.
I must wait, just as the buds on the Kwanzan cherry and crabapple do.
And like the Little Engine That Could, I feel myself chugging up and up and up toward spring, thinking Soon, soon, soon.
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Exercising Patience
By this time two years ago, I had already seen Fragile Forktails.
This year, it is ice, or fog, or rain, or snow.
I must wait, just as the buds on the Kwanzan cherry and crabapple do.
And like the Little Engine That Could, I feel myself chugging up and up and up toward spring, thinking Soon, soon, soon.
This year, it is ice, or fog, or rain, or snow.
I must wait, just as the buds on the Kwanzan cherry and crabapple do.
And like the Little Engine That Could, I feel myself chugging up and up and up toward spring, thinking Soon, soon, soon.
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