Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Friday, January 21, 2011
JANUARY
Do angels catch cold? If they do this poor wee fellow is overdue to be moved inside. The NE has been hammered this January, snow, more snow, sleet, ice, more snow, and another Nor'easter next week. Such is New England. I accept that, but enough is enough. Even tough Yankees are beginning to grumble as we are pummeled by two storms per week.
I am ready for Saint Valentine to pay a visit. Perhaps his warm, loving heart will soften the atmosphere. One can only hope.......
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