My friend Jeanne gave me some potting soil yesterday. It felt like Christmas! Funny how something so simple as dirt can become so precious. I feel the same way about red clay, and it is just dirt and water when you think about it. The forsythia has not bloomed even once, so I am not going to get too rambunctious about putting plants outside, but I feel the shift. It is time, to put aside winter things and gather together spring things. It gladdens my heart.
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