i’ve found spring this morning; she is sitting neatly beside me, her head bent to kiss the earth out of the weariest slumber. the sun is spending her first, newly seasoned days, dipping through and peaking out from behind thick, rolling clouds. once again the air feels wet and heavy – feelings i’ve missed. please excuse the paramount silence i’ve allowed to overwhelm this space, i’ve been spending time organizing and cataloging my thoughts, merely making them more suitable for the next oblivion. a fact: i would love to keep sharing food with you, as well we can begin to talk about the garden again, another space that is coming along quite nicely. since the clock change, my evenings are filled buried beneath monuments of soil and peat, busily reconditioning and reclaiming what the ice and snow surely thought was acquisition. we are wide awake and it is spring. it is spring, and those words feel good.
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