this song is perfect for today.
a little escape
I sat at our farm table this morning for breakfast with a plate of juicy red strawberries. I picked one up and closed my eyes. Its smell took me away to a farm up the road where we went strawberry picking last June. One bite melted all of the snow and cold away. I stayed like that for a little while and had some summer.
March. Yes, it is March. I love the sound of that word -- it actually makes me hungry for something sweet, I don't know why. It is time for the slow melt to begin here in the north.
The poor mailman.
Do you know what mud season is? We are prepared.
This is a little souvenir that I took with me from St. Augustine. We don't have leaves that look like that here in Maine.
When you are three with short legs, playing in the deep snow is tough. It's pretty tiring.
Shortly after lunch, especially in the winter, I need more coffee.
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