Awake, O, north wind;
And come, thou south;
Blow upon my garden.
February came and went in the forest. Buds have found their beginnings on shrubs in my garden. Birds sing. Yesterday I set up the garden fountain just outside of my door and today I am doing a bit of clean up of decayed vegetation. The world beckons me outside. Dreams call.
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