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Friday, April 19, 2013

Hope?


With my knee high rubber boots, winter chore coat, toque and mitts on, I tiptoe on ice, breaking through crusty snow with a soft slushy feel in the middle, on my way out to the compost heap, remembering that there is hope underneath these four foot drifts of snow.
I try to marvel at the old raspberry canes and the dried asparagus ferns peeking their way through the dirty grey wrap that won't let go and I wonder when I will taste these gifts of the yard that just show up every year.
The unwelcoming wind bites my cheeks and I want to bite it back.
 I guess I’ll run indoors again today and hope that sunshine and warmth comes soon.
~ Ellyn