Saturday, March 9, 2024

Spring is ripening with each moment.


Color deepens.  Wow-factor soars.   
We often talk of happy-places.
How about our wow-factors.  

 

1 comment:

  1. "I am blamming the baskets out of the air with my cane!"
    Talk of home wintered, as the next door neighbors looked on. Legions of loading docks groaned without reward, without loading. It was a day off from the unexpected dampness. Only the bulbs unwound in their glory.

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