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Thursday, March 10, 2005 |
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A warm week shot through with the false promise of spring. We hurry to clear the garden space and lay down the bought compost and rotted hay before the Next Big Snow. Knock wood. Let there be snow. We have a week of temps in the 70s F. But a glance at the forecast reveals snow showers in only eight days. Today we'll drive to town for milk and sacks of cat food and chocolate chips. We'll stop at the nursery for Safer Soap and marigold seeds. Yesterday afternoon I lay on my back on the splintery picnic table and watched a pair of ravens circling and soaring for half an hour. They made the pleasantest sounds I ever heard, their soft affectionate croaks and caws echoing off the ridge into my hungry ears. 11:30:05 AM  comment []
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