Winter’s End
I’m sitting outside on the porch swing. I can see lawn after lawn of brown and grey grass and clutches of rotting snow. But it’s warmer outside than in; there are four or five kinds of bird song; and one of the neighbours is using an ice chopper to take down his Christmas lights. More than half of my garden is exposed: lots of leave litter but the lavender bushes seem to have over-wintered and the earliest perennials are starting to green up. I wonder where my box of seeds is?
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