Saturday, April 10, 2010
When the magnolias bloom
I feel like that long dark hole of winter is really over. Their beauty is brief; one good windstorm of spring, will tear those petals away. Al and I always look for the bushes and trees to leaf. Leafless breezes are just not the same as a good wave of wind through the leaves. Okay that is sight and sound, now for smell. I love the smell of my neighbors sour mulch, but then I love the smell of skunk too.
This begs the question: What is the taste of spring?
(knitting topics resume on the next post) Enjoy your weekend,
always let your conscience be your guide!
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