Sunday, March 22, 2009

The Kiss of the Sun

I have Spring Fever and the weather is perfect for it, at least, until tomorrow, when it's supposed to change. I've spent the better part of my time cleaning and uncovering tiny little sprouts that hide under Winter's junk. The crocus and mini-daffodils are flowering now and signs of others are following. I get all goo-goo when my flowers start to show from their long Winter's nap.

The Kiss of the Sun for Pardon,
The Song of the birds for Mirth,
One is Nearer God's Heart in a Garden,
Than Any Place Else on Earth.

I've not completely ignored The Garfield, but it's only with monotony. Sanding a new stack of shingles, cutting and gluing them on to the house. Surely you don't need to see the same photo, just on the other side of the house. Boring!

I am guessing it will take a while to get to the point where a photo will be of any real interest. Sorry about that. I'm eager myself, but life comes before it's imitation. The change in the weather that's coming is supposed to be here tomorrow and hang out for a few days, so maybe I'll get something done then - I hope.

Until then, I'll be in the garden if you need me.

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