Enjoy a lovely post by a friend.
“In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
― Margaret Atwood
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Spring is coming to the valley this week, and we’re all ready to kick up our heels after the long winter. The post below is from last year, but it fits.
Heavy wet snow fell last night and the trees are laden, my crocus buried. But several afternoons ago after the rain showers ended, the day turned mild and I pulled some overwintering weeds from one of my flower borders. A whole wheelbarrow full. While bent contentedly to my labors, I heard the sweet trill of a meadowlark, my favorite songbird. Silent today. When the sun shines and the weather softens, I will hear it sing again. This crazy weather is typical of early…
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