It's official: there's grass.
It isn't tall, full and lush.
But it's there.
Enough to nibble.
Enough to titillate a hay-deadened palate.
Oh, winter may linger a day or two, yet.
But the grass is back.
And, with it, a rumor of summer.
sj
The Tao of Spartacus Jones: On Horses, Music, Life, Love, and Liberty.
1 comments:
Well put! The pony looks handsome...
We'ver had snow two days in a row. Did you get it there?
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