Seriously. Days pass here and spring moves so slowly Ive been feeling (selfishly) kind of cheated.
I grabbed a few scraps of self, now held together with what little green I could find. A patchwork promise. A reminder to be patient. Just a little something for these days that always promise to be warmer.
But then. Ok. Promise kept.
Warmer than promised. I guess promises aren't really that precise. Just a sense of what might be possible.
