We've raked up all the detritus that's collected in the front yard over the winter,
and we're burning it in small batches.
Kathy G asked the other day about daffodils. Well, they're finally poking through!
If you look closely,
you can see buds on the lilac in front of my kitchen window.
A sense of warmth is tapping at the door;
And hope, a feeling out from distant lore
—Or so it seems—clears the deep refrain!
—Mark R. Slaughter
Dinner last night: spaghetti and meatballs
Exactly one year ago:
Exactly four years ago: