Tuesday, March 16, 2010

After the deluge

"The worst part was that the rain was affecting everything and the driest of machines would have flowers popping out among their gears if they were not oiled every three days, and the threads in brocades rusted, and wet clothing would break out in a rash of saffron-colored moss.  The air was so damp that fish could have come in through the doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms."
- One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez


After days of torrential downpours, the sun finally came out today.

I got to take out my Liberty of London for Target gardening gloves to clean up the debris in the yard -- huge tree limbs had fallen and the wind had snapped the twiggy remains of the dead echinaceas that I'd left up for "winter interest."



Under the dead leaves and branches, I found the beginnings of spring.  Yay!

Has spring sprung in your neck of the woods yet?

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