I woke this morning to a rain-cleaned world, birds singing, the garden in bloom. The front pear tree is flowering, two weeks earlier than ever before. The forsythia is showing yellow, and bulbs are sprinkling spots of colour around my garden.
Writing is squeezed between the rest of my life, as we pack up and clean out my mom’s condo. Writing and work in the garden are my joys right now, every day.
Maureen
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