If you stop and listen, and dig your toes a bit into the still-quite-cold ground, you can feel Mother Earh beginning to get juicy, getting ready to stir, starting to dream of growth. I saw it all of a sudden when I walked into the dining room.
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The daffodils are about an inch high in my front garden in southern New England.
Thalia,
It's just the happiest sight in the world, isn't it?
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