Spring is onion grass. Mud you can hear gurgling under wet grass. The sun melting on your skin like butter. Open windows. Sneezing with the dust of spring cleaning. Crocuses. Ceramic bunnies and chicks. Spring is breakfast with a friend. A cemetery walk with Husband. A trip down memory lane while purging stacks of old papers. Crocheting while watching Lord of the Rings. And maybe a nighttime trip to the laundromat. Welcome to us, dear Spring.
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| Puffy vest equals chubby shadow. |
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