January 31, 2020

The anemones have started to bloom in the garden box. They weren’t supposed to last another year, but I expect the lack of winter has them thinking it’s still the same year. Now I’m wondering what else will arise from the dirt of the last decade.

There’s a metaphor for life in general in there somewhere.

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