In my hoodie and Xtratufs, I lean into the spruce tree, becoming a living part of its record of this sunny day, the mild spring, and me gently pinching off its spruce tips. “Gunalcheesh, Giitu.” ...
“This is the best day ever,” Grandson Timothy exclaimed to me once after swimming in the ocean on a kingfisher blue day, then eating potato chips and drinking root beer in a tent pitched on our deck ...
Winter hangs on, as gardeners dream of spring planting and flower blooms.
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