Tomorrow we're supposed to be back to 70 again for a daytime high. THE BEANS WILL GO IN THE GROUND! On days like tomorrow, my little nose is pressed against the glass at work (mentally, anyway), longing for the first moment I can get away to freedom and dogwood petals and birds rejoicing overhead while a silent cat sneaks up behind me through the clover and blooming violets. I will rejoice, as all creation does in the springtime of the year, looking forward to that Spring to come.
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