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I sometimes think of myself as Jody Tiflin, the boy from John Steinbeck’s story who longed to have his mare Nellie deliver a foal, the red pony, only to discover … Continue reading →
The crocus came up two days ago. I wondered how long it might take to get some sign that spring was on the way. There they are, tough little flowers … Continue reading →
As I got down from the car after shopping, my wife led me to the side yard. She pointed down into the tangle of winter grass and let me discover … Continue reading →
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