The sun beats down as the motor hums incessantly away. The smoke offering from the cigarette at my lips curls heavenward as I plant my feet firmly in the dark brown earth...
It is Spring once more.
My concerns and worries that accumulated with the winter snow have melted away, not to return for many months. Yes, now I have something else on my mind. Tilling, planting, weeding. Growing with the season. I am born again, brand new. Thriving in the warmth and rain and rich soil.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
The sun beats down as the motor hums incessantly away. The smoke offering from the cigarette at my lips curls heavenward as I plant my feet firmly in the dark brown earth...
It is Spring once more.
My concerns and worries that accumulated with the winter snow have melted away, not to return for many months. Yes, now I have something else on my mind. Tilling, planting, weeding. Growing with the season. I am born again, brand new. Thriving in the warmth and rain and rich soil.
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