First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
There’s something about the world turning green in the spring that makes folks more open to those around them. Maybe there’s a switch somewhere in us that tells us when threats to survival are lessened. Winter’s over--others are less a threat to my supplies. I lived through another winter.
Yeeaaayyyy, I lived through another winter!!
Not
quite
today
Saturday, March 31, 2012