When will this confinement to interiorness end? Dirt is missing from under my fingernails. Pulling weeds, setting seeds that is what my body longs for. Spring. I'm waiting.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Cabin Fever
When will this confinement to interiorness end? Dirt is missing from under my fingernails. Pulling weeds, setting seeds that is what my body longs for. Spring. I'm waiting.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The long goodbye.
I'm sorry to see summer end as I will miss rambling through my garden's lanes. Winter hesitates this year ...but I hear the report that it may be here by Thanksgiving.
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