





Oh well. Spring will come (at least that's what everyone tells me, in the rare moments of human contact that I do have).
Meanwhile, there are things to notice. A hawk. Ice on a branch. Blue sky exploding behind a tree.
A perennial compendium of thoughts, images, and outright foolishness here on one of the seven hills of Somerville, Massachusetts, in the Not-So-United States of America, Planet Earth, Galaxy #78584 (patent pending).
1 comment:
I thought about you yesterday as we drove by several cherry blossom trees that are blooming...It feels like spring here...but there isn't that same rhythm of the seasons you experience.
Can't wait to see you in 12 days! Have the wine and Shirley Valentine waiting!
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