VT 5.2.13

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Today I'm hitting the stacks in search of garden layouts which should have been book-marked earlier with yellow stickies but weren't, and memory fades so quickly.  Perhaps I should tear and file in folders, scan and save in albums, pick and Pinterest, yet I stubbornly cling to the folded and creased page of the late-night magazine which can be slipped under the pillow as sleep approaches without any fanfare, and in the morning all is forgotten.  This year, I keep promising myself, will be different, more organized and more focused; yet, urgency can be delayed for another couple of months.  Yes, this can all wait until spring-cleaning demands it.