I will lament the loss of snow, the two of us, wrapped in warm blankets, on the sofa sipping hot tea, reading to each other. Peace falling.
But I always look forward to the sun in the garden, with you dressed in your old clothes, digging in the dirt. A spade in your hand, and the warmth on your cheeks. No one ever looked more beautiful in a sun hat. A woman of the earth.
So what should we plant this year?
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”