I thought inflammed sinuses would immobilize me yesterday but I felt much better once I got out in the yard with the clippers. What joy to see old friends again, the poppy leaves already radiantly emerald, the sage full but lopsided, the rue hanging on for dear life after the last snowfall. I found ghosts of hosta leaves pressed curiously flat against the ground in the back, a testament to the weight of the snow.
Hydrangea flowers, one or two years old, had worn away to the veins.
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So lovely and heartening. . . muted beauty before the color splash of later spring. . .
Thanks CW, more on the way.
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