Today, on the Southern shore of Maryland, we traipsed through woods and found a mother swan settled on her nest.One portent of Spring. Another is the dirt cracking in the garden, the plants and rocks shoving up through the once-frozen soil. And yet another is the rhubarb, blood-red globules poking through last year's leaves blackened with rot. Pussy willow fuzzies float on the tepid breeze.
A musty earthiness fills the air with promise.
Peace, Linda
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