Thursday, January 29, 2009
182 She Waits for Spring
She sits on top of the cabinet with flowers in arms waiting to dig her hands in the dirt and garden.It will be a while, yet. Cold and snow whip around the house and and ice fields build up where the garden sits. I can wait for spring. Winter is a fine time to cook hearty soups and stews, revel in snow days and page through the seed catalogues.
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