I hope I never lose my sense of wonder. If that makes me naive, then so be it.

Thursday, 28 February 2008


I've reached it. The point I reach every winter. The snow stretches across our fields, pristine and white but no longer lovely to my eyes. I'm not bitter about winter yet (though that may well come), but the visit has been long enough.

I long for the breezes blowing through the open windows, the snap of sheets as they blow in the wind on the clothesline, the smell of pure freshness after the clothes come in, the green - the green!

Green grass, green trees, little green seedlings poking up through the soil, green everything. Can it come soon?

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