Saturday, March 1, 2014
The woodpile shrinks, the days get longer, the sun is higher in the sky We're a laconic folk, we don't get excited by much, nossah, but we do expand a bit around the first of March. Go out on the porch, brush the snow off the old porch glider, and sit for a bit in the sun. Think about stuff.
Posted by mittens at 9:02 AM