Barren...a moonscape of dried floral,once green and lush...the view from the shop door...
land awaiting life...!
Been so windy, my gazing ball won't stay on it's perch.
Lily of the Valley awaits in this small space,the sun tries in vain to spread it's scent...
HAY...yes indeed, it spreads it's carpet of sweet grassy notes
on the floor of A Wild Thing
a perfect fit!
If it wasn't so damned cold outside,I'd be out foraging for sticks and stones,
I know all you Northerners know what I'm talkin' about...
we're over it and want some heat!!!
French street brooms linger, casting shadows andawaiting a warm Spring day to fulfill their tour...
and a new project stands scornfully erect,as it knows it's time is near...
What ta do, what ta do...as snow flurries
settle on Scratchy's nose this morrow...dreary March death throws...!
Is it Spring yet...?
2 comments:
We are now on day 72 of March in Michigan. Our snows are still deep. Much deeper than my patience. But it will come. Spring, not patience. Waiting for bare grass, bare feet. Had to wear my hunting socks again yesterday. Perhaps they are more tired of winter cold than me? But not by much I am sure.
Enjoy day 72.
in fondest. Tilda
I hear your sorrow for more sun and heat......... my painting projects are getting behind as well, HUGS MARY
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