Thursday, February 23, 2017

Seasonal

The shovel has that sheen which suggests it's either been stored in a temperature and humidity regulated environment or someone's been using it. It's true that some of us can go on a little about their shovel, put it up there with the first born, deeds to property and Potato Rains.

But I have to say that a shining shovel in February round these parts might be an unusual sight. Then there's Quince merry with bloom, Forsythia not far behind, the Vowels are the size of Buffalo, there are Tics, the White Butterfly and even Creeping Grass roots are sprouting. 

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