Monday, May 11, 2009

Real Spring Comes So Slow

Spring, Almost

The sunshine gleams so bright and warm,
The sky is blue and clear.
I run outdoors without a coat,
And spring is almost here.
Then before I know it,

Small clouds have blown together,
Till the sun just can't get through them,
And again, it's mitten weather.

Author unknown

This poem reminds me of the past few weeks. I put on short sleeves as it is warm. But grab a light jacket "in case". Over the course of the day, the jacket is off and on many times.


In a couple more weeks, I will have my flowers potted and arranged, and the magic of the sunshine will keep them growing and me warm.


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