VT 27.2.13

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home of reed krakoff

There's something about days of endless rains that makes lounging in bed seem just right.  Long nights of dreaming seems also appropriate, knowing that in a week or two the chirps of the early birds will rouse all of us at five or six, and the needs of the garden will be paramount.  The tiny heads of new crocuses announce that spring is here--or rapidly approaching, and for this I am glad.

Have a wonderful Wednesday.