Freshly turned soil by Raymond A. Foss
Something about the forty something temperature the warm rain yesterday, the melting snow and ice made my mind wander to springtime once more to the feel, the smell, the tactile luxury in freshly turned soil, easing its will to the spade, the trowel, willingly giving itself for the planting of the flowers to bloom oh so shortly, up from the rich sol A hope of the spring to come nascent in the warmth of the day reminding us of the shortness of the seasons and every season in its time
December 12, 2007
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