Friday, April 3, 2009
I am dreaming about travel across oceans. Spring makes me feel this restless. I have waited so long. Now, there is a clump of green in our garden, but it's inklings of weeds, not hints of vegetables. Tomorrow, there is a winter storm watch, with blizzard conditions a state over. I asked my husband if he wanted to do something lovely outdoors, enjoy the clearing of slush and see what the hillsides have been doing, but the weather may keep us indoors, a book propped between us. I will imagine other countries.
Stories told by Molly around 7:46 PM