Sing to spring; make her certain of her welcome.
I wish she would arrive soon. I do enjoy winter, but the cold and the grey are beginning to drain my spirits. This is where I am putting my vegetable garden this year but it really could not look anymore dismal at the moment.
I await you with bated breath, my Darling. And with open arms, and with trowel and garden stakes in hand.
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