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As early as Wednesday I could have the windows open all afternoon, flooding the house with fresh spring air. Today's rain will then be soaking the roots of green plants, and slowly making its way through capillaries to find the sunlight again from some blossom now a mere bud. The bedraggled months of the winter that outstayed its welcome will all be gone— and good riddance to them. I'm more than ready to be pulling up foxtails on warm evenings. Better to sweat a bit than to be trudging hunched and wet from cold, windblown rain.


( Sunday Verse )