I see crows in my garden digging for grub…I smell the mock orange trees wafting their intoxicating scent…I taste the early fruits of spring in the local strawberries…and I reach for whites, yellows and pinks in my wardrobe to reflect the sun and posies.
Out come the dusty Easter eggs collected over the years as the world celebrates a new season. Out go old stuff like, broken appliances, toys never played with and even my taste in music changes with the spring equinox.
Still at work on my tome of written words—a complex subject water is. To write simply is always a challenge. Every word is agonized over and self-editing is eternal. As always, stay tuned my friends!
Jeanne
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