My favorite season, when the smoggy, sun-burnt brown, dead vistas of the Southwest give rise to life. Our summers look in a sense like winter, anything not profusely watered withers and browns and looks like a Canadian winter, sans snow. But our early spring becomew shangri-la.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
spring
Meteorological Spring begins tomorrow. There may be bits of snow in my yard, bare branches above, possible snowstorm next week, but a half hour away, the fields are green, trees blossoming, poppies blooming.
My favorite season, when the smoggy, sun-burnt brown, dead vistas of the Southwest give rise to life. Our summers look in a sense like winter, anything not profusely watered withers and browns and looks like a Canadian winter, sans snow. But our early spring becomew shangri-la.
My favorite season, when the smoggy, sun-burnt brown, dead vistas of the Southwest give rise to life. Our summers look in a sense like winter, anything not profusely watered withers and browns and looks like a Canadian winter, sans snow. But our early spring becomew shangri-la.
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