Monday, March 3, 2008

Listening To The World

I was listening to the world this morning, and I could hear it stirring. Even though there is still ice on my garden path, I heard it whispering "spring, spring." It is almost balmy, quite breezy, and a perfect day for hanging out the sheets.

Then I went exploring and look what I found.
Promises of spring hiding underneath the winter rubble. It's coming; it really is.

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