Monday, March 11, 2019

3.18.18 Tromping About




Only last week we were sunk in snow, tromping about in the cold loveliness.
But all things change, and now it’s frozen dirt March road, wool socks with Birkenstocks. Scarves over the face, yeah. Gloves, of course. But over there on the horizon? The approach of silent Spring.


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