Dappled Things

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I am hungry for spring, for the scent of black loamy soil, for the sight of yellow-green tips of hardy bulbs, for the return of determined blue-birds and argumentative red-winged blackbirds. I long to feel the warmth from sunlight on the smooth bark of poplars and willows, to draw down the tips of budding trees [Read More...]


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