It may sound mundane, but oh the riot of color and warmth of that phrase.
Walking back from picking up the mail
and having coffee – with good conversation – everything was blooming; a tractor
was laying manure along the vines; the birds were swooping and tweeting; and
everywhere plants and flowers are putting on their spring best.
Even the electric box fell in with
the plan.
Tomorrow we spring forward (in time)
and life is good!
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