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Monday, February 1, 2010

Soon

Finally. We see the last of January for another year. Why is January so long?


As I look out my window this morning it is gray, but a lovely light snow is falling. We could use a fresh cover on the blanket. Like a new duvet. Hello February. I like you more, you are short and you speak softly of spring. We in the dark, frozen land know it is a promise that will not be kept, not for awhile. But we believe it anyway. Soon, the warm breeze will touch our cheeks and bring the green. And lest I get too carried away, the mud. But I'll set that aside for now and listen to the wily February telling me soon, soon it will be spring.

3 comments:

  1. Sandra, your words are beautiful...I will sit patiently and wait for Spring. We are covered up in snow, the biggest snowfall since we have lived in Tenn. I am hoping the sun will melt it all away, but I think it will take awhile.
    Have a great day!

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  2. I always felt, in spite of February being the shortest month of the year, it seemed to go on forever.

    Love the picture. I think I wouldn't mind snow for a day, if there were trees and thngs for it to fall on.

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  3. Judy, It's a very odd winter. Lots of snow in snowless places.

    gsc, we are getting a fresh cover, but it's fluffy stuff. Doesn't help much with the ice we got last weekend. Feb. always whispers spring to me. And it lies! But I fall for it anyway.

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