By Maryanna Gabriel
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| Crocuses By Yonder Gate |
I optimistically strewed a couple of lawn chairs on the
porch one day this week when the rain let up and the sun came out thinking,
there is hope. It seemed to redouble the moaning winds, the driving downpour and
a fog of cloud descended over the land. Oh, I said. Well there is this. The
skunk cabbage are showing their yellow hoods by creek beds, the rhubarb is penetrating pinkly upwards through the earth in my garden, and the crocuses are
blooming by yonder gate, I retorted, so take that. I shook my head feeling quite
sure of myself as I shut off a couple of heaters. Progress is being made and
all of the cosy things that winter invites are on a deadline. The light is ever
expanding and my spirits lift.