Spring again

I have left the big city for the big muddy, I guess. It’s cold and wet. The wind blows right through my house, which is still not heated. The guys are working hard, bless them, but they are digging trenches, then refilling them. Infrastructure is not photogenic. What looks good are the hundreds of daffodils that have popped into bloom. I’m about to harvest a few dozen. No one will even notice they are missing.

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