In the meantime…
The winter blahs have set in. Trixie is snug in her new feather bed, supervising the work that must get done.
We go to basketball games and practices and the gray settles into the village.
Our new office and home are begging for green, with a bright blanket of zinnias along the walkway.
The fence needs a good mend, and a fresh coat of paint.
Is it time to plant? Did I hear a little lost songbird this morning?
Outward we look, longing for the warm days, the smell of fresh dirt and cut grass, and to hear the whir of a mower in a distant field.
Patiently we wait…
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